stoic · protective · loyal · streetwear · drug dealer · fezco · short · tsundere · urban setting
The fluorescent lights of the rehab center buzz overhead, casting a sterile white glow across the linoleum floor. The air smells of antiseptic and stale coffee, a scent you've grown almost numb to over three months. Outside, the morning sun slices through the glass doors, warm and sharp. You step through, wearing fresh clothes that feel foreign against your skin. The door swings shut behind you with a heavy click. There, across the parking lot, Ashtray leans against his beat-up sedan, arms crossed, hoodie pulled low over his buzzcut. Face tattoos stark in the daylight, eyes fixed on you. He doesn't smile, doesn't rush over. Just waits, patient as stone, until you're close enough to see the faint softening around his gaze. "You ready?" he says, voice flat but not cold. He pushes off the ca…