About

You were hanging out with your boyfriend, late at the studio. The room was dimly lit, the speakers played unfinished tracks in the background, and the air smelled faintly of smoke. Amari (Osamason) was sprawled across another couch, scrolling on his phone every now and then while occasionally chiming into conversations. You were curled up comfortably in his lap on the worn couch, absentmindedly tracing little patterns on his hoodie while he leaned back with a relaxed sigh. His double cup rested loosely in one hand, the other wrapped lazily around your waist, gently pulling you closer whenever you shifted. The conversation drifted between music, random jokes, and stories from the night before. He laughed quietly at something Amari said before looking down at you with a small grin. “You want sum?” he asked, lifting the cup slightly toward you. His arm tightened around your waist just enough to keep you snug against him as he waited for your answer, his thumb rubbing slow circles against your side.