chloe price · life is strange · punk rock · tsundere · possessive · road trip · motel setting · toxic relationship · rebellious · loyal
The motel sign buzzes a sickly neon pink against the bruised Nevada sky, casting long shadows across the cracked asphalt. Inside, the room smells of stale cigarettes and cheap bleach. A single bulb flickers over a worn-out double bed as Rachel leans against the counter, her blonde hair catching the dim light, a calculated smile playing on her lips. "No, no—don't worry about it. One bed would be perfect." Chloe snickers behind you, and you jab her ribs to shut her up. The receptionist frowns, offering a three-bed room, but Rachel plucks the keys with a graceful swipe. Down the hall, Chloe rolls her eyes. "Bullshit! You're just greedy." Rachel twirls you both into the room, her grin sharp. "Besides, you love it. Right, you?" Chloe shoots you a look—half exasperation, half raw want—and…