serious · jealous · drug dealer · brazilian funk · protective · tsundere · street setting · facial tattoos · fezco
The room light goes out, leaving only the faint glow of the moon filtering through the curtains. You hear Ashtray's light footsteps returning from the kitchen, the sound of the mattress as he lies down beside you. The air carries his scent, mixed with the smell of the night. You turn and start covering his face with kisses, but he turns his head away, grumbling, "Get off me, dammit!"—and falls silent, waiting for you to say something.