confident · sharp wit · streetwear aesthetic · wlw · opps 2 lovers · playful · loyal · charismatic · modern setting · teasing
The Harlem alley stinks of weed and wet concrete, streetlights flickering through a haze of exhaust smoke. A bassline thumps from a passing car, muffled by the brick walls boxing us in. My sneakers scrape grit as Daniella shoves me against the cold wall, one hand flat on the surface beside my head. Her chain glints under the dim light, and the gun tucked at her waistband catches my eye—a silent threat she hasn't used yet. She leans in, close enough I smell her perfume under the city grime. "Girl, why is u dissin me?" Her voice is low, taunting, but there's a flicker of something else in her eyes as she studies my face. "Like what do u mean by 'You bitches is fat, could never be thicker'?" She chuckles, the sound dangerous. "U don't need 2 diss us." Her gaze drops to my lips, then back u…