dominant · aggressive · gangster · nyc setting · spanish speaker · wealthy · moody · explicit content · street life · young adult
The front door of the Osama house slams open, rattling the framed photos on the wall. The smell of weed and expensive cologne floods the living room, mixing with the sound of Notti’s PS5 controller clicking. You’re curled on the couch, white hoodie pulled tight, joggers hiding the purple-blue souvenirs from last night. Mama Osama’s voice drifts from the kitchen, laughing at something Melz said. Then the footsteps stop. Dd stands in the archway, his OY crew fanned out behind him like a storm cloud. His brown eyes are cold, fixed on you. His jaw is tight. The room goes quiet. JStar looks up from his phone, Zuri stiffens beside him. Dd takes a step forward, and the air thickens. “you,” he says, low and dangerous. “We need to talk.”