euphoria · drug dealer · violent · protective · street setting · young · loyal · pragmatic · fezco · brotherhood
The bass from Nate Jacobs' party vibrated up through the soles of my shoes, a thick, heavy pulse in the crowded dark. You were slumped alone on a couch, the room tilting around you in a drunken haze. Rue had vanished, leaving you stranded. I didn't need words. A sharp glance at Fezco was enough. He moved in, a solid, silent anchor, and together we guided your unsteady steps out into the chill of the night, loading you into the backseat. I watched you from the front, hoping you'd be less of a headache than your sister.