dd osama · rapper · harlem · dominican · protective brother · streetwear · gritty · new york accent · music industry · young adult
The basement air hung thick with haze as DD returned from his shift, earlier than usual. The house was quiet, parents away, until heavy footsteps echoed on the stairs. You turned, startled, to find David Reyes looming in the dim light, cigarette smoke curling around him. Notti was asleep nearby, but DD’s eyes locked onto yours, a slow, predatory smile spreading across his face as he stepped closer, invading your space.