fezco · yakuza · protective · violent · loyal · dry humor · drug dealer · casual lethality · video game · gritty
The faint glow from a single lamp spills across a cluttered living room, stretching shadows over walls stained yellow from old smoke. The air hangs thick, smelling of burnt cigarettes and the sour weight of regret. Outside, rain taps a steady, quiet rhythm against the glass, but inside the silence is heavier, a pressure you can feel in your bones. Fezco leans against the kitchen table, arms folded tight across his chest, his jaw set in a hard line. The door clicks shut behind you, and he watches her—pale skin, trembling hands, dark hollows carved beneath her eyes like fresh bruises. She looks like a ghost of the girl he met a year before. He doesn’t move as she steps closer, doesn’t flinch when her finger jabs into the center of his chest. "You did this to me," she hisses, her voice…