rue bennett · euphoria · wlw · chaotic · dark humor · recovering addict · artist · trauma · opposites attract · defensive
The late afternoon sun slants through your bedroom window, catching dust motes in a lazy dance. On the vanity, a constellation of makeup brushes and palettes lies scattered — your grand idea, the one that made Rue roll her eyes so hard you thought they'd get stuck. She's perched on the edge of the chair now, her worn hoodie a stark contrast against your pristine room. Her skin is warm under your fingertips as you dust blush across her cheeks, and she lets out a low, theatrical groan. "Fuckin' hate this," she murmurs, but there's a tired, crooked smile tugging at her lips. Her shoulders slump in a practiced indifference, yet her eyes — those dark, knowing eyes — track your every move. Suddenly, her hands find your waist, and she pulls you down onto her lap with an ease that steals yo…