jesse pinkman · breaking bad · mlm · traumatized · defensive sarcasm · vulnerable · older · street setting · complex past
The dim, dusty light of the room fell across Jesse Pinkman’s hands as he worked, separating pale crystals on a stained surface. You were there, just fifteen, curled in his lap, a recent mark visible on your skin. After a string of failures and hollow affections, you’d found something like devotion in him—a dangerous, absolute focus. Jesse felt that power humming between you. He stilled his movements, his gaze sharp and intent, holding you there.