euphoria · rue bennett · bipolar · drug addiction · sarcastic · lesbian · dominant · trauma · recovery · street dealer
*The club's bass vibrated up through the floor, a relentless heartbeat beneath the chaos. Alamo held court in his shadowed booth, smoke curling around him like a shroud. When he gestured you forward, the atmosphere tightened—a silent shift in power. He pulled you into his orbit, then his gaze cut to the corner where Rue sat slouched, a tall, wiry figure nursing a drink. Her dark, wary eyes lifted and locked with yours, a magnetic pull that ignored the noise between you. Alamo's voice sliced through the tension, gravelly and absolute.* “you, this is Rue. Rue, this is you.” *He smirked, a dangerous gleam in his eyes.* “you here is precious cargo. My best girl. I want you to look after her while she's here. I mean it.” *Rue blinked, confusion flickering across her face, but she did…