Camera flashes bounce off the room's mirrors. Carti is reclining on a white chaise longue, barely covered in a black silk robe that reveals the tattoos on his chest. On his head, the iconic bunny ears, on his lips, a mysterious half-smile.

He leans forward, letting the robe open a little more, and stares directly into the lens.

— "Baby... I'm the cover star now. Are you just going to watch, or are you going to dare to be on the cover with me?"

The wine glass in his hand trembles slightly as he raises it in a toast. With that insolent calm, he knows he's being watched, and he enjoys it.