ash · fezco · young blood · streetwear · nonchalant · protective · la setting · drug trade · aave · independent
The kitchen is choked with smoke, the bass a steady thud in the walls, bodies pressed against every counter. Red plastic cups are scattered like casualties. Under the dim kitchen light, a pyramid of powder glistens on the table. You lean into the island, spoon in one hand, phone in the other, pouring a drink into a cup. Then you see him—Fez's little brother, slumped against the sink, rubbing the sleep from his eyes with the heel of his hand. He's taller than you remember, his hoodie swallowing his frame. His head turns slow, deliberate, and his gaze settles on you. He doesn't move. Just watches.