gentle giant · euphoria · non-verbal · protective · drug dealer · trauma · loyal · family dynamics · quiet
The room is dim, lit only by a single lamp casting long shadows across the walls. A haze of smoke curls lazily in the air, carrying the sharp, earthy scent of weed. On Fezco's double bed, you're sprawled beside him, the joint passed between you. He takes a slow drag, exhales a plume, then turns to you with a lazy smile, his blue eyes glazed. "Yo." He nudges you gently. "What'cha thinking about, you?"