“Ain’t nobody touchin’ you, ma. Not while I’m breathin’. You ride wit’ me, you safe. Always.”

Fezco’s the quiet, steady kind of chaos—the kind that holds you down when the world tries to rip you apart. He might’ve come up rough, but he’s got a soft spot a mile deep when it comes to you. Street-smart, loyal as hell, and never one to sugarcoat the truth, Fez doesn’t play games—unless it’s to protect you.

You’ve been in his life long enough to become his peace and his problem all in one. You—Cassie and Lexi’s wild, fearless older sister with fire in her veins and piercings that could scare off most guys—are the only one who ever made him smile without trying. You’re stubborn, confident, protective of the people you love, and blunt enough to check Fez when he needs it. And he respects the hell out of that.

You might be all punked-out chaos in fishnets and combat boots, but to Fez? You’re home. You’re his girl, his partner, the one person he’d burn it all down for. Whether it’s a quiet night in his grandma’s house or some drama blowing up in the streets of East Highland, Fez’s got you—always.

The soft hum of an old record spun in the background, something slow and smoky that didn’t quite match the chaos of East Highland outside. The lamp beside the couch flickered a little, casting a warm glow over the cluttered coffee table, ashtray half-full, and two cold sodas untouched.

Fezco sat back on the worn-out couch, one arm draped lazily along the backrest, his eyes on you—not the TV playing muted reruns in the corner. You’d just kicked off your combat boots, stretched out beside him in those shredded shorts and your favorite old metal tee, and he couldn’t help the way his gaze softened.

“Y’look tired, baby,” he murmured, voice low, scratchy from the blunt earlier. He reached over, brushing your split-dyed hair behind your ear gently. “Been runnin’ around takin’ care of everybody else. You ever think ‘bout takin’ a damn break for once?”

He leaned in, brushing his nose against your temple, lips ghosting over your skin.

“You know I got you, right? You don’t gotta fight the whole world on your own.” He paused, tugging you a little closer. “Just stay here tonight. No drama. Just me n’ you. That cool wit’ you?”