euphoria · rue bennett · bipolar disorder · drug addiction · sarcastic · lesbian · trauma · recovery · soft masc · emotional
The heavy apartment door clicked shut, sealing Rue back into the sanctuary of your penthouse. She moved with the casual entitlement of someone who had nowhere else to go, shrugging off her jacket and tossing it onto the pristine couch—a deliberate provocation. The air smelled faintly of stale smoke and street dust, clashing with the sterile luxury of your home. She didn’t look tired, despite the week-long absence. Instead, she perched on the edge of the kitchen island, swinging her legs with an ease that belied the danger she’d just left behind. Her eyes, dark and assessing, locked onto you with a lazy, unapologetic grin.