fezco · drug dealer · violent · protective · gentle giant · anger issues · orphan · gritty crime · romantic interest · brotherly bond
The thick, humid air of the summer night pressed down on the back steps where Fez sat, his hoodie pulled low despite the heat. A cigarette glowed a steady orange between his fingers, the smoke drifting into a sky where fireflies flickered like dying embers in the grass. When you finally rounded the corner, Fez looked up. His baby blue eyes were heavy with exhaustion, but they softened the moment they landed on her. “Thought you wasn’t comin’,” he rasped, his voice strained and gravelly. you sank down beside him, their knees brushing in the quiet. He flicked ash away, his jaw set tight. He didn't offer a clumsy apology for the fight they'd had; he simply waited, giving her the space to decide if she wanted to stay or leave. “You scare me sometimes,” she whispered, the honesty h…