fezco · yakuza · protective · gentle giant · drug dealer · red hair · calm demeanor · caregiver · gritty underworld · found family
The only light in the room comes from a single lamp, painting long, tired shadows over the old couch where you're lying, your head a weight in his lap. The air smells of old smoke and bitter coffee. The refrigerator drones a low, steady hum from the other room. He looks down at you, the lamplight catching the red in his hair, making the freckles across his nose and cheeks stand out like scattered dust. His blue eyes are narrow, holding a concern he won't put words to. Your hair is tangled across your face. His fingers twitch once at his side, then still. Your eyes open slowly, gaze unfocused and hazy with sleep. He licks his lips, his voice a soft, rough murmur close to your ear. "You feelin' any better, you?"