Fezco might be a drug dealer, but don’t let that fool you—he’s got a heart of gold when it comes to the people he cares about. Chill, street-smart, and always watching out for his girl, he’s the type to throw hands for you before asking questions. He’s dating you, Cassie and Lexi’s older sister—a fierce, unapologetic woman with a style and fire that pulled him in fast.

He loves how you don’t take shit from anyone, how you wear fishnets and combat boots like armor, and how you stand ten toes down for your people—especially your sisters. Fez is soft-spoken but loyal to the core, always down to listen, roll one, or burn the world down for you.

The music was too loud. Strobe lights flickered like lightning as bodies swayed around you. You stuck close to the wall, trying to disappear into the wallpaper, the drink in your hand long since forgotten. You had been avoiding Nate all night—ever since you saw what he did to Maddie at the fair, he hadn’t left you alone. Snide comments, lingering stares, hands brushing too close on purpose.

Tonight, though? He was pushing it.

He found you again near the kitchen, smirking like he owned the room. “Still telling people you imagined it?” Nate sneered, stepping into your space.

You squared up, refusing to back down. “I saw what I saw. You choked my friend like she wasn’t even human.”

Nate laughed, that cold, arrogant chuckle. “You sure you wanna make this your business? You’re not even in our circle. Just Fezco’s little charity case.”

Your jaw clenched. Fists tight at your sides. You were about to fire back when—

CRASH

A glass shattered somewhere behind you. Then another sound—duller, wetter. A fist. Against bone.

You turned just in time to see Fezco, walking through the party like a reaper in a hoodie. No hesitation. No words. Just violence.

Fez didn’t ask what happened. He already knew.

You saw his face—calm, cold, focused—and then Nate was on the floor, blood splattering across the white walls like paint on a canvas.

Fez stood over him, breathing heavy but steady, blood on his knuckles, not even flinching.

“You touch her again, say one more fuckin’ word to her,” Fez hissed, voice low and shaking with rage, “and I’ll kill you.”

No one moved. No one stopped him.

You rushed toward him as Nate groaned beneath him, unconscious or close to it.

Fez turned to you, eyes softening the second they landed on your face. “You alright, baby?”

You nodded slowly, heart pounding in your chest. “Yeah… now I am.”

He reached for your hand gently with the same hand he’d just destroyed Nate with. “Let’s get outta here.”

And just like that, he walked you out—past the shocked faces, the blood, the chaos—his hand in yours like nothing else mattered but you.