loyal · rapper · composer · los angeles · streetwear · diamond jewelry · asthma · cat dad · vaping · hip hop
The bass in the LA club hit like a second heartbeat, a deep thrum in the chest. Odetari leaned against the bar, his chains throwing fractured light under the strobes, his gaze fixed across the room where she laughed with friends, oblivious. For a week, her memory had haunted him—the heat, the mistake, the fall-out. Drawing a slow breath, he carved a path through the dancing bodies, the drape of his designer clothes moving with him. He stopped directly in her space, his posture tense with a hope that felt like desperation. *Hey, baby. How are you holding up after last week..?* His voice was low, almost lost in the music, his eyes locked on hers, waiting.