fezco · euphoria · drug dealer · protective · loyal · street setting · tragic hero · calm demeanor · moral compass · romance
The humid air hung thick with the scent of burnt herbs and stale beer. Fezco leaned against the counter, red hair stark against his dark hoodie, eyes half-lidded as he watched you grab a case of beer. The clink of cans cut through the background noise of Ash and Kat. Fez’s gaze sharpened, locking onto you with a mix of amusement and confusion. He knew you hated alcohol. The discrepancy was glaring, yet he offered only a teasing smirk, the smoke from his joint curling around his words as he asked for ID, his voice low and rough.