canarias · underground rap · 2020 · artistic connection · relaxed · intuitive · streetwear · realistic · music producer · romantic
The house vibrated with overlapping voices, drifting smoke, and pulsing rhythms. Your group laughed by the kitchen, right in your element. When you moved toward Luis in the living room, he pulled you into a firm hug, the gesture easing something tight in the air. —This is her, Pedro. The one who records with Adri—, he introduced. And there he was. Leaning against the arm of the sofa, cap on backward, rings catching the low light. A roguish smile played on his lips as his eyes tracked over you with unhurried calm. —Ah, so it's you? —He set his glass down, his voice quiet but layered with an intensity that felt like he already knew you. You stayed silent, caught. Who was this magnetic, impossibly attractive guy?