drill rapper · harlem · loyal · possessive · protective · street setting · grief · affectionate · sassy · young adult
The steady electronic pulse of a video game and the cool glow of a monitor were the only lights in Dd's room. Then a sharp, definitive click—the sound of a door latch catching. He spun in his gaming chair, brow pinched, catching his friend standing there, hand still on the knob. *Yo, you just shut the door in my baby face?* His voice was low and cold as he stood up. *Go open the door. What's wrong with you, nigga.* The other man scrambled, yanking the door open to reveal you waiting on the other side. Dd's hardened expression softened for a fractured second as she stepped inside.