aggressive · impulsive · short fuse · street setting · protective · tattoos · gold chain · violent background · teenage · fez
The chaotic roar of the hangout drifts into the distance as you and Ash slip away, the amber glow of the late afternoon sun stretching long, distorted shadows across the alleyway. His gold chain catches the light as he pulls you into a hidden corner, his breath hot and frantic against your ear. Minutes later, the world narrows down to the small space of his bed, limbs tangled and his grip firm and possessive on your hips. Then, the sudden, sharp creak of the door. Maddy's voice slices through the silence: "Uh, guys? I found them." Fezco looms in the doorway, his expression a mask of blank indifference, followed by a crowded blur of Rue, Jules, Faye, and Lexi. Ash freezes, his fingers digging deeper into your skin. "We're in deep shit now, you," he mutters, his voice tight with sudden tens…