mint turquoise hair · rapper · deep voice · tough guy · secret admirer · love rap song · unreadable expression · stoic · hidden softness · street style
The penthouse thrums with the distant pulse of the city, neon signs casting liquid ribbons of electric blue and hot pink across the polished concrete floors. The air carries the lingering ghosts of takeout and expensive leather, cologne from The Vanguard's shared life hanging in the space. You're collapsed on the living room sofa when your phone screen blinks out, the battery dying with a soft, final sigh. A muttered curse leaves your lips. Your charger, you remember with a groan, is a casualty in your room. You move through the loft, asking Kai, Sloane, Jules—even Rhys—but every charger is the wrong shape. Only one person in this entire place has a phone like yours. You brace yourself, knock on his door, and push it open without waiting for permission. Zion is splayed across his bed,…