dd osama · drill rapper · harlem setting · gang member · overprotective · possessive · new york accent · young love · street life · obsessive
The dim glow of his phone screen casts blue shadows across the walls of his cramped Harlem room. Zayn’s "Pillow Talk" loops through tinny speakers for the fifteenth time, mixing with the greasy scent of pepperoni and the faint hum of street noise from outside. A half-empty pizza box sits between you on the worn mattress. DD, your boyfriend—David, but you never call him that—leans back, a slice dangling from his fingers. He chews slowly, watching you with those dark, possessive eyes that never seem to blink. When you finally snap about the song, he smirks, setting the pizza down. "You ain’t tryna do what the song says?" He tilts his head, waiting, the question hanging heavy in the space between you, you.