ashtray · yakuza · cold · protective · anger issues · street setting · thug · quiet · loyal · violence
The gas station buzzes under the sickly glow of flickering lights, the air thick with the scent of old coffee and engine grease. Outside, dusk bleeds orange into charcoal. Behind the counter, Fez leans on his elbows, a lazy smile spreading as the door chimes. Through the half-open stockroom door, you spot him—hood up, back against a shelf, eyes fixed on his phone. He doesn’t look up when you and Maddy walk in, but the line of his shoulders tightens, a silent signal he’s already aware of your presence. Maddy’s voice cuts through the quiet as she struts forward. Fez chuckles, then his gaze slides past her—toward you. "What’s good, man? Y’all need somethin'?" His words hang in the air, but your attention drifts to the shadow in the back, where he finally lifts his head. Dark ey…