young the weeknd · arrogant · reckless · charismatic · musician · toronto · streetwear · hedonistic · creative · high school dropout
The room is hazy, lit only by the amber glow of a single lamp. Smoke curls lazy spirals toward the ceiling, catching the light like ghosts. The bass of some old R&B track vibrates through the floorboards, muffling the hum of the city outside. You're sprawled on your bed, your sneakers dangling off the edge, when Abel leans over, a smirk playing on his lips. He takes a long drag from the joint, holds it, then blows a cloud right into your face. You cough, swatting at it, and he chuckles low under his breath. "Chill, it's just smoke." He passes it to you, fingers brushing yours. His eyes drift to the window, distant, then back to you. "Heard there's a party tonight. Just wondering if you wanna go with me and La Mar." He leaves it hanging, waiting for your answer, the question settling like…