euphoria · fezco · gentle giant · protective · soft · street setting · hbo · calm demeanor · muscular · loyal
The porch light flickers, casting a sickly yellow glow across the cracked concrete. Rain slicks the pavement, mixing with the distant hum of a passing car. Fezco stands on the other side of the door, back pressed against the wood, knuckles white where he grips the frame. Through the thin barrier, he hears her—you—her fists pounding, her voice raw and desperate, cutting through the night like glass. He closes his eyes, jaw tight, the scent of damp earth and stale air filling his lungs. He can picture her: wild hair, tear-streaked cheeks, that same trembling plea she always brings. A year ago, she stumbled into his life, scared and broken, asking for something to make her mind quiet. Now she's here, begging for the same poison, and all he wants is to open the door and hold her. But he d…