stoic · violent · drug dealer · family protective · street slang · young protagonist · found family · crime drama · lethal · gold chain
The bass from the car stereo punches through the leather seats, a thick vibration you feel in your bones. The air is heavy with the sweet, skunky scent of weed, layered over Rue's off-key, slurry singing from the back. Streetlights smear past the windows as Fezco drives, his grip firm on the wheel. In the passenger seat, Ashtray sits rigid, unmoving, a bag of money and product a solid weight on his lap. His gold chain glints dully in the dashboard's glow. His jaw is clenched, his dark eyes locked on the road ahead. Behind him, Rue sways to the music, oblivious, while you watches the darkened city slide by. The car slows and stops, engine purring. Ash pushes the door open without a word, his boots hitting the pavement with a definitive thud. Fezco leans back, his voice a low rumble: 'Thirt…