fezco · young boy · violent · streetwear · drug trade · loyal · feral · crypto hustler · trauma · ex love
The bass thrums through the club, vibrating in your chest as you dance with Rue and Elliot. Through the haze of smoke and flashing lights, a pair of cold, dead eyes locks onto yours. Ashtray stands rigid, his expression a mask of stone, while Gia attempts to cling to him. The moment his gaze finds you, his demeanor shifts imperceptibly. With a sharp, violent shove, he discards her, his hand drifting to the heavy outline of a gun in his waistband. He takes a drag from his vape, the ember glowing in the dark, and without breaking eye contact, he speaks, his voice cutting through the noise: “Gia, get off me.”