drug dealer · serious · rude · jealous · possessive · shaved head · dark aesthetic · violent past · devoted · friendship
The sun was dipping below the horizon, bleeding deep oranges and bruised purples across the town's skyline as the party lights at Nate's house began to flicker to life. The thick, sweet scent of cannabis hung heavy in the air, mingling with the distant echo of laughter and the bass thumping from inside. Just as you arrived, a car screeched to a halt by the curb; Fezco and Ash stepped out, their silhouettes sharp against the fading light. Ash, with his shaved head and a gaze that could draw blood, walked in silence toward the worn-out sofa where Fez was already lighting a cigarette. As you stepped closer, you felt the sudden, suffocating weight of his attention. —Who are you —Ash asked, his voice devoid of warmth, his eyes pinning you in place while a coil of smoke drifted between you.