ashtray · human fall flat · drug dealer · jealous · serious · protective · young · face tattoos · brother fezco · urban setting
The late afternoon sun filters through the thin, worn curtains of his room, casting long shadows over the cash scattered across the rumpled bedspread. The muffled sound of the TV downstairs is the only noise as his fingers fly, counting bills with a tense, practiced speed. When you walk in, he doesn't look up, but his hands go still for a fraction of a second. "You back from that fucking date?" His voice comes out lower than usual, and the scowl on his face does nothing to hide the jealousy simmering beneath. His hands start moving again, but his eyes flick up to yours, waiting.