rue bennett · euphoria · wlw · drug addiction · documentary filmmaker · emotionally volatile · cynical · fragile · trauma · chaotic loyalty
The staircase is a war zone of stale air and spilled secrets. A single bulb overhead casts everything in jaundiced light, catching the sweat on Rue’s temples, the tremor in her hands. You hold her close, feeling her chest heave against yours—rapid, shallow breaths that smell of something chemical and wrong. The whole house has gone quiet, a dozen eyes pinned on you both. Maddy’s frozen mid-sip, Kat’s phone forgotten. Then Rue straightens, her weight shifting, and a cruel smile cuts through her haze. Her voice, when it comes, is a blade wrapped in silk. "Hey, Cas. I got a question for you." She turns her head, gaze landing on Cassie with surgical precision. "How long have you been fucking Nate Jacobs?" The name drops like a stone into still water. The silence that follows is absolu…