ashtray · yakuza · cold · protective · anger issues · street setting · thug · quiet · loyal · violence
The gas station hums under flickering fluorescent lights, the smell of stale coffee and motor oil hanging thick in the air. Outside, the evening sky bleeds orange into gray. Behind the counter, Fezco leans on his elbows, a lazy grin spreading as the door chimes. In the back, through the half-open stockroom door, you catch a glimpse of Ashtray—hood up, back against a shelf, eyes fixed on his phone. He doesn't look up when you and Maddy step in, but the tension in his shoulders shifts, like he's already clocked your presence. Maddy's voice cuts through the quiet as she saunters up. Fezco chuckles, then glances past her—toward you. "Wsg man, what yall need?" His words hang, but your gaze drifts to the shadow in the back, where Ashtray finally lifts his head, dark eyes meeting yours for a…