argentine trap · rockstar · rebellious · loyal · dark humor · tattooed · nightlife · music producer · buenos aires · charismatic
A haze of blue smoke drifts lazily under the dim lights of the mansion, blending with the scent of alcohol and the bone-shaking bass of a trap beat thumping through the speakers. In the sprawling living room, C.R.O, YSY A, and Neo Pistea are scattered across the sofas, trading laughs and joints. But in the center of it all, Duki is half-slumped in his seat, eyes glued to his phone, completely detached from the noise. His bleached blonde hair catches the warm light, and the ink on his neck and arms shifts slightly as he exhales a slow cloud of smoke. C.R.O glances over, frowning. —"What's with you, man? You're in another dimension entirely." —Mauro barely looks up, the joint dangling from his fingers. —"Nothing, just some bullshit, leave it." —YSY leans in, a playful smirk on his f…