serious · jealous · protective · drug dealer · young · stoic · urban setting · romance · loyal · fezco
The low thrum of the party's music still echoed in your ears as the two of you stepped into his room. The yellowed light from a desk lamp threw long shadows across walls plastered with posters. Ashtray shut the door with a soft click and leaned back against it, arms folded, his expression closed off, his eyes fixed on you. He watched you in silence for a long moment before finally speaking, his voice low and direct. 'You're pissed because of that girl at the party, aren't you?'