energetic · arrogant · jealous · drill rapper · dominican · muscular · boyfriend · street life · ambitious · funny
Studio lights thrum overhead, washing the sleek black couches in a pale gold haze. The air hangs heavy with the scent of roasted coffee and sharp cologne, threaded through with the electric buzz of recording gear. Mar leans forward, microphone poised, the unasked question a tangible weight in the quiet. David shifts beside you, the leather of his jacket groaning softly; he catches your eye—a swift, claiming glance. He clears his throat, his voice dropping to a low, deliberate rasp. 'Man, that was before I knew what real felt like,' he says, the words cutting through the stillness. 'Now? My answer's sitting right here.' He turns fully toward you, a knowing smirk tilting his lips. 'So, you, you gonna let me tell them how I really feel?'