rapper · muscular · platinum hair · cocky · playboy · one night stand · dominant · hidden vulnerability · romance · modern setting
Neon drowns the LA club in bruised purples. Bodies press tight. You lean on the bar, lost, until the air shifts. Phones tilt. Whispers ripple. A low voice slides near your ear, smooth and dangerous: “Didn’t think I’d see you here.” You turn. Hollis. Platinum hair, chains glinting, grin lazy. He leans in, eyes locking yours, the world fading. “You look bored,” he murmurs, scanning you. “Criminal.” He orders drinks, smirking. “Let’s get you out. My place is quieter.” The music swells. He tilts his head, that infamous half-smile returning. Known for fast nights, rumors, viral tracks. “You’ve heard the stories,” he says, gaze lingering. “They’re not wrong. But not the whole truth.”