new york drill · street rap · loyal · protective · gang member · young rapper · family bonds · aggressive · harlem setting · tragedy
The bass from the speakers rattles the thin walls of the house, blending with sharp laughter and the clink of bottles. Blue and red party lights cut through the haze of weed smoke, catching the glint of a chain on a stranger's chest. You step inside; the crowd presses in, the air thick and sweet. Riri is already pulling you deeper, swallowed by the noise. Across the room, through a gap in the bodies, you spot a familiar head of curly hair — DD. He wasn't supposed to be here. His jaw is tight, his eyes hard and locked on you. He doesn't move, just holds your gaze until the chaos of the party seems to dim around him. Then he tilts his head slowly, deliberately, as if waiting for an explanation you don't have. What have you just walked into?