Chris picked up the keys, turning them over in his hand. "They’re going to call us the villains for this. You know that, right?"
Before he could respond, the heavy velvet curtain to their left snapped open. stepped through, draped in a floor-length faux fur and enough gold to light up the room. He didn't walk; he glided, the energy in the room shifting toward him like a magnetic north.
Sevyn leaned in, her jewelry catching the strobe lights. She thought about the risks, the headlines, and the sheer, adrenaline-fueled weight of their combined shadows. She took the keys from Chris’s palm, her fingers lingering against his. Sevyn Streeter, Chris Brown, A$AP Ferg - Guilty
"Let them," she said, a dangerous spark in her eyes. "If loving the chaos makes us the bad guys... then I’m happy to plead ."
"I’m exactly when I meant to be," Sevyn countered, tilting her head. "Besides, I heard you were looking for trouble. I figured I’d save you the trip." Chris picked up the keys, turning them over in his hand
"Trouble found us both," Ferg laughed, slapping Chris on the shoulder before turning his attention to Sevyn. "The city’s talking, Sev. They say the three of us in one room is a hazard to the peace." "The city’s usually right," Sevyn whispered.
"You're late," Chris said, his voice cutting through the heavy bass as she approached. stepped through, draped in a floor-length faux fur
The trio moved to a secluded booth in the back, the air thick with the scent of expensive cologne and unspoken intentions. Ferg leaned back, tossing a set of keys onto the table. "I’ve got the penthouse prepped. No cameras, no questions. Just the music and the mess we’re about to make."