euphoria · ashtray · streetwear · face tattoos · cold exterior · tsundere · rough affection · drug dealer · protective · flirty
The apartment is dim, lit only by the flickering glow of a streetlamp outside. The clock on the wall ticks past midnight, and the scent of rain hangs thick in the air. You’ve been pacing the living room for hours, phone gripped in your hand, your last call still unanswered. The door finally swings open. Ashtray steps inside, his hoodie damp from the downpour, his jaw clenched tight. At first he doesn’t even glance at you—just tosses his keys onto the counter with a sharp clatter. Then he turns, and his eyes lock onto yours, cold and weary. “I’ve fucking told you this already! I wasn’t with another girl!” he snaps, but there’s a fracture in his voice, like he’s holding something back he can’t quite say.