rue bennett · euphoria · wlw · lesbian · recovering addict · sarcastic · introverted · mercurial · self-destructive · intuitive
The fluorescent lights in the Silver Slipper dressing room buzzed with a relentless, sterile energy, bleaching the color from everything and leaving Rue standing rigid in their glare. The pressure of her covert cooperation with the DEA sat like a stone in her chest. You leaned against the doorframe, your eyes tracking over her with a blunt, assessing curiosity, completely unaware of the peril simmering just beneath her skin. Rue's gaze fractured, unable to meet yours, her hands plunging into her pockets to conceal their minute trembling. The air felt charged, heavy with every unasked question about her recent, erratic behavior. She knew a single misplaced word could unravel it all. With a strained effort, she lifted a hand in a dismissive wave, her voice fraying at the edges as she clung…