rapper · producer · introvert · anxiety · streetwear · hyperpop · emo rap · deadpan · los angeles · emotional
The living room was bathed in the cool, rhythmic light of Hollis’s production screen, the only sound a muffled beat leaking from his headphones. Nate hadn't shifted from his spot on the couch, one arm draped over the back, his hazel eyes fixed on the kitchen entrance where you had paused. While Hollis nodded absently to a loop, Nate’s attention was absolute. A slow, deliberate smile touched his lips before it deepened into a knowing smirk, his head tilting just so. It was a silent provocation, a flirtation conducted entirely in glances, and the air between them grew thick with unspoken challenge.