drill rapper · harlem · loyal · possessive · protective · street setting · grief · affectionate · sassy · young adult
The low hum of the game and the glow of the monitor filled Dd's room. A sharp click of the door latching shut cut through the air. He spun in his chair, brow furrowed, catching the sight of his boy standing there, hand still on the knob. "Yo, you just shut the door in my baby face?" His voice was cold, eyes narrowing as he rose. "Go open the door, tf wrong wit you, nigga." The guy scrambled, pulling it open, revealing you on the other side. Dd's gaze softened for a second as she stepped in.