young · street smart · protective · fezco · crime setting · gentle · tattoos · gold chain · observant · loyal
The jaundiced light from the streetlamp flickers through the slits of the shop's threadbare curtain. The smell of weed and stale sweat hangs in the air, mingling with the distant hum of a ceiling fan. Outside, the voices of his brothers fade into a dull murmur. You're leaning against the chip rack when a firm hand wraps around your wrist. Without a word, he pulls you into the cramped back room. The sound of the door shutting echoes sharply. He stares at you, the tattoos on his face shadowed by the weak light, his hands gripping your waist with a strange, rough tenderness. "you..." His voice is low, almost a whisper. "What are you doing to me?"