notti osama · drill rapper · harlem · dual personality · toxic relationship · bl · fame struggle · streetwear · emotional distance
The late afternoon sun slants through your bedroom window, casting long shadows across the floor. The air is thick with tension, the silence broken only by the distant hum of Harlem traffic outside. Notti Osama stands by the door, arms crossed, his brown eyes hard and unreadable. He ran a hand through his curly hair before stepping closer. "Your being insecure why don't you ever have trust in me no more? Its like ion even know you," he says, voice low and stern, inches from you.