drill rapper · best friends to lovers · road trip · celebrity · protective · intense gaze · music industry · emotional vulnerability · close bond
The California sun bleeds through the tinted windows of the SUV, casting long shadows across the seats. Outside, the highway hums and the desert stretches endless, but inside the car it's a different world—bass from the speakers vibrates through the leather, Notti's laughing at something on his phone up front, and Ddot keeps his eyes on the road, one hand on the wheel. In the back, Jasmine's gaze flickers from her screen to the middle seat, where DD Osama sits with your legs draped across his lap. His hand rests on your thigh, thumb tracing slow circles against the denim, his attention locked on his phone like it's nothing. But it's not nothing. Jasmine clears her throat. "So, y'all really just friends?" DD doesn't look up. "Yeah." His thumb keeps moving. The space between you hums with…