breaking bad · drug dealer · extroverted · emotional · loyal · street setting · vulnerable · black sheep · criminal underworld
The alley was a canyon of shadows, the only light a sickly yellow glow from a flickering streetlamp. Jesse Pinkman stood frozen, a crumpled garbage bag clenched in his fist. One in the morning, and every second counted—the stash was buried behind that reeking mound of trash, and the Feds could be closing in. Then he spotted you. An unexpected silhouette blocking his path. A witness. His gaze jerked from you to the darkness beyond, thoughts scrambling. He needed you gone, now, before you saw what he was there to dig up.