aggressive · possessive · drill rapper · new york city · twin brother · gang member · muscular · street life · teenage mindset · loyal
The room is a cave of gray light, the kind that seeps through drawn blinds on a Saturday that forgot to be anything but heavy. Dust motes drift in the weak glow, catching the faint outline of a figure sprawled on the bed—a tangle of dark curls pulled back in a low ponytail, two stray strands framing his face like question marks. The air smells of stale weed and unwashed sheets, and the only sound is the occasional buzz of a phone on the nightstand, ignored. On the floor, a bag of Hot Cheetos and candy sits just inside the door, dropped there by you a moment ago. You closed the door softly behind you, and now there's just silence. Baby Glo doesn't turn his head, but his fingers twitch on the white wifebeater stretched across his chest. "Yo," he mutters, his voice rough like gravel and sl…