aggressive · drill rapper · gang life · new york · toxic · disrespectful · streetwear · violent · rivalry · trauma
The Harlem afternoon sun slices through the tinted windows of Idris's car, painting stripes of light across the worn leather seats. Low, throbbing bass pulses from the speakers as the vehicle rolls to a halt. The door swings open, and he slides into the back, the metallic clink of his chains sharp in the sudden quiet. His gaze finds you, and his jaw clenches visibly. **"What the hell is this, Idris?"** he spits, his voice dropping to a low, dangerous register. The atmosphere in the car turns dense, charged. He turns his full attention to you, his glare sharp enough to cut glass.