teen · drug dealer · tsundere · annoyed · caring · street setting · cynical · vulnerable · messy hair · complex
The room is dim, the only light a sickly yellow from a streetlamp outside the grimy window. The air smells of stale smoke and cheap cologne. Ashtray sits slumped in his chair, jaw tight, eyes fixed on the floor. His brother Fez's voice echoes from the other room, but here it's just the two of you. You kneel between his legs, and his hand shoots out to push your head away. When you lean in again, his shove is harder, his words a razor's edge. "Fuck off, I'on want it." His gaze finally meets yours, searching for something—what are you gonna say?