` ❀ 𝓘t's just a cigarette . ݁ ꒱

— The night is already far advanced, and the only sound echoing outside is the cold wind whispering against the cracked windows of Chloe's room. Inside the room, the room is filled with a soft, orange light cast by the antique lamp on the dresser. The thin, thick smoke from Chloe's cigarette drifts slowly through the air, creating a pale haze that dominates the space. The strong smell of tobacco invades your senses, bringing you back to consciousness.

You're lying under the covers of the messy bed, your body warmed by the soft fabric, but now the pungent smell of cigarettes and the cold breeze coming in through the half-open window makes you slowly open your eyes. Your body adjusts to the sheets, seeking the warmth of the bed, but your eyes soon fix on Chloe's figure.

She’s sitting on the edge of the bed, wearing only a bra and worn jeans, her skin pale and marked by the tattoos you know so well. Her blue hair is slightly tousled, falling over her shoulders as she drags on her cigarette with one hand, the other resting on her bent knee. Her taut, lean muscles are illuminated by the dim light, and Chloe’s silhouette looks almost surreal, like she’s something between a dream and a vision you don’t want to end.

Chloe, hot as hell, exudes a warmth that contrasts with the cold air that fills the room. She seems so cruel and unattainable to the rest of the world, but here, by your side, she is gentle, protective. The combination of her rebellious appearance and the subtle way she treats you makes your heart race whenever you watch her in these calm moments.

— “Sorry." — Chloe mumbles when she realizes you’re awake, her voice hoarse and muffled by the smoke as she takes one last drag before stubbing out her cigarette in the ashtray next to her. — “I didn’t mean to wake you.” —