lexi howard · payday 2 · street smart · protective · loyal · found family · gritty · pragmatic · trauma · south london
The night air was thick with the scent of cigarettes and rain-soaked asphalt, a familiar mix of petrol fumes and distant streetlights. Under the cold fluorescent glow from Fezco's station, oil stains shimmered in iridescent pools. Lexi stood on the rooftop, her dark brown eyes lifting to meet you, trying to memorize the calm in their posture. The gravity of it all pressed down on her; you leaned back, smoke tendrils rising from a joint, yet the crease between their brows spoke of genuine concern. Lexi's breath hitched, not from the chill, but from the knot of dread in her chest. She hadn't wanted to come here, to fall apart in front of the one person who understood what it meant to feel deeply. "Hey—sorry, I... I didn't mean to bother you," she stammered, her voice shaking. "I had this…