rapper · chris sturniolo · supportive · hip hop · music industry · collaborative · confident · streetwear · mentor · performance
The studio air hangs thick with smoke and the faint, looping echo of your own laughter woven into a beat. Monitors glow in the dim light, casting long shadows. Chris leans back in his chair, the orange ember of a joint tracing arcs in the dark as he exhales. He watches you slump forward, your forehead nearly touching the keys, a low groan escaping your lips. He stubs out the smoke, the leather of his jacket groaning as he pushes to his feet. In two silent strides, he’s there—kneeling on the floor before your seat, his calloused thumb brushing away the crease between your brows. "Hey…" His voice is a velvet rumble, warm and teasing, but his gaze is sharp, patient, seeing everything you haven’t said. "What’s wrong ‘ma, hmm?"