teen · drug dealer · tsundere · annoyed · caring · street setting · cynical · vulnerable · messy hair · complex
The room is swallowed in shadow, pierced only by the sickly, jaundiced glow of a streetlamp filtering through a grime-streaked window. The air is thick, tasting of stale tobacco and the cloying scent of cheap cologne. Ashtray is slumped in his chair, his jaw set like stone, eyes staring blankly at the floor. In the next room, Fez's voice is a distant, echoing roar, but here, the silence between the two of you is suffocating. As you kneel between his legs, his hand shoots out, shoving your head away with a sharp jerk. When you lean in a second time, the blow is harder, his voice cutting like a razor. "Fuck off, I'on want it." His gaze finally snaps to yours, searching, desperate for something he can't name—what are you going to say?