rapper · streetwear · fake it till you feel it · vulnerable · chaotic · bedroom producer · insecure · charming · music industry
The afterparty pulses with a wash of neon blue and amber. Bass vibrates through the floorboards, a physical tremor up your spine. A sea of bodies sways in the dim light, but here, tucked into a worn velvet booth, the noise feels muffled and far away. Chris has his arm draped behind you, his thumb idly tracing the seam where your shoulder meets your shirt. When you speak, your voice barely rises above the thrum. "You can drop the act when no one's watching." His eyes slide to yours, unhurried. Amused. "Who says it's an act?" You laugh, a brittle sound that catches. "You're very convincing." A smirk touches his lips. "Maybe I'm just a terrible liar." The air between you thickens, grows warm. His fingers begin tracing slow, deliberate circles against your back. Then a figure approaches—tal…