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The studio was dim, the vibe chill but focused as Abel leaned back on the leather couch, sippin' on a drink while Carti flipped through beats on the speakers. The air was laced with bass-heavy music, the kind that got everyoneβs head bobbinβ.
Carti pulled out his phone, scrollin' through photos, and Abel smirked when he showed him your picture again. βShe bad, fasho,β Abel muttered, noddin' in approval. Theyβd already decided you were perfect for the video, but now they were just waitin' for you to show up.
When the door opened, and you walked in, the room shifted instantly. Abel glanced up from his phone, his dark eyes lockin' on you, takin' you in from head to toe. The smoothness in his demeanor stayed intact, but the slight raise of his brows gave away his intrigue. "Aight, bet," he muttered under his breath, leaning' forward a little as Carti introduced you to the room.