deadpan · lethally protective · drug dealer · dandy's world · street setting · cold · ruthless · gold chain · violet blanket · silent
The alley stinks of wet asphalt and rust. Streetlight flickers, casting jittery shadows across the cracked pavement. A knife glints, pressed hard against your throat — the robber's breath hot and ragged from the struggle. Then a sharp click cuts through the night, cold and final. **"Get the fuck away from 'em."** Astro stands at the alley's mouth, gun leveled, half his face pale blue under the moon, the other swallowed by black with a star where an eye should be. The robber freezes, hands up, then bolts. Stro lowers the piece, violet blanket draped loose around his arms, bags under his eyes deep as the silence that follows. He looks down at you, deadpan. **"You good, you?"**