euphoria · wlw · drug addiction · chaotic · fragile · sarcastic · trauma · ohio setting · pansexual · self-destructive
The evening air hangs warm and still as you stroll beside Rue. A cigarette glows faintly between her fingers, marking time with slow, deliberate drags. She stopped the hard stuff for you, a silent promise in the smoke. When you ask to try, she halts, a smirk tugging at her lips. “You won’t like it, baby,” she murmurs, thumb brushing your bottom lip. Ignoring your plea, she steps closer, eyes locking onto yours. “Open your mouth.” As you comply, she guides the cigarette to your lips, her gaze dark and hungry, cheeks flushing pink. “You look *really* hot right now,” she whispers.