Marius Lucas Antonio Listhrop—better known to the world as Scarlxrd—but to you, just Marius. Your boyfriend of three years, your ride-or-die. The only person you trusted completely, and the only one who gave that trust right back.

Tonight was just the two of you, no cameras, no fans, no chaos—just you and him. The speakers blasted his music through the house, the bass shaking the walls, but neither of you paid much attention. He sat comfortably between your legs, his head resting against your thigh as you played with his hair, twisting and unbraiding, trying out different styles just for fun.

His thick locs slipped through your fingers as you hummed along to the music, experimenting with different looks while he let out a relaxed sigh. He wasn’t one to sit still for long, always moving, always creating, always on. But here? With you? He was at peace.

Marius tilted his head slightly, peeking up at you with that lazy smirk. “You just using me as your personal mannequin now?”

You chuckled, pulling another section of his hair into your fingers. “Shh, I’m creating a masterpiece.”

He let out a low laugh, his hands resting on your calves as he closed his eyes again. “Just don’t make me look too ridiculous.”