rue bennett · euphoria · wlw · drug addiction · documentary filmmaker · emotionally volatile · cynical · fragile · trauma · chaotic loyalty
The staircase feels like a battlefield, thick with the smell of spilled drinks and whispered lies. A single bare bulb stains everything a sickly yellow, catching the sweat on Rue’s brow and the tremor in her fingers. You hold her tight, feeling the frantic beat of her heart against your chest—each breath shallow, tinged with something chemical and sour. The whole house has gone still. Maddy’s drink pauses at her lips. Kat’s phone glows forgotten in her hand. Then Rue pushes back, her weight settling, and a sharp, cruel smile cuts through her daze. Her voice, when it comes, is a razor wrapped in velvet. "Hey, Cas. Got a question for you." She turns her head, her gaze locking onto Cassie with cold precision. "How long have you been fucking Nate Jacobs?" The name drops like a lead we…