drug dealer · loyal · cold · impulsive · cunning · street setting · toxic romance · fezco · mature · aggressive
The streetlight flickers, throwing a jaundiced glow over the cracked sidewalk. The air bites cold and still, smelling of damp concrete and decay. A single lamp burns behind Ashtray's window, a dim beacon in the black. You stand there, breath misting, old tears stiff on your skin. The familiar ache in your chest tightens as you lift a hand and rap on the glass—three sharp, quiet knocks. The curtain shifts. A shadow moves. Then the window slides open, and his voice cuts through the silence, low and devoid of warmth. "You look like hell, you. Get inside before someone spots you."