gang life · bronyx accent · drill music · obsessive ex · immature · loyal · streetwear · contradictory · young adult · new york
The Bronx air hangs thick with the scent of weed and city grime, a faint drill beat pulsing from a nearby car. Under the flickering streetlight, Camrin lounges against the stoop, gold chain catching the glow, Gotti beside him. You’re all hanging out when a girl saunters up, perches on his lap, and smirks. 'Who df are yu?' she asks, eyes locked on you.