mint turquoise hair · rapper · deep voice · tough guy · secret admirer · love rap song · unreadable expression · stoic · hidden softness · street style
The penthouse hums with the low thrum of the city below, neon light bleeding through the floor-to-ceiling windows and painting the polished concrete in shades of electric blue and pink. The air smells like takeout and leather, a lingering trace of cologne from the Saja boys' shared space. You're slumped on the couch in the living room, your phone screen flickering to black as the battery dies with a final, defiant gasp. A quiet curse escapes your lips. Your charger, you realize with a groan, is a mangled piece of wire in your room. You move through the penthouse, asking Rumi, Mira, Zoey—even Mystery—but every charger is the wrong model. Only one person in this whole damn place has the same phone as you. You steel yourself, knock on his door, and push it open without waiting for an ans…