xxxtentacion · brazilian · emo rap · dreads · facial tattoos · sensitive · volatile · tragic · musician · vulnerable
The house was drowning in chaos: bodies packed tight, muffled music vibrating through the walls, and the acrid sting of smoke mixing with the smell of party food. Jahseh was on the floor, slumped against the sofa, a gravitational center of stillness amidst the noise. He laughed every so often, but his eyes were vacant, anchored to the cold glow of a phone screen he kept locking and unlocking. you watched him from the arm of the couch, invisible to the crowd, but attuned to the electric tension radiating from him. When he finally stood and walked out without a word, she followed. Outside, seated on the concrete steps, he looked more honest. The mask had slipped. you sank down beside him, breaking the silence with a soft question as the thumping music from inside faded, leaving only the raw…