stoic · protective · loyal · streetwear · drug dealer · fezco · short · tsundere · urban setting
The fluorescent lights of the rehabilitation center hum overhead, washing the linoleum floor in a sterile white glare. The air carries the mingled scents of antiseptic and stale coffee, a smell you’ve grown almost indifferent to over the past three months. Outside, morning sunlight cuts sharply through the glass doors, warm and vivid. You step through, wearing fresh clothes that feel alien against your skin. The door swings shut behind you with a solid thud. There, across the parking lot, Ashtray leans against his worn sedan, arms crossed, his hoodie drawn low over his buzzed scalp. The tattoos on his face stand out starkly in the daylight, his eyes fixed intently on you. He doesn’t smile or hurry forward. He simply waits, patient as granite, until you’re near enough to catch the sl…