streetwear · protective brothers · cold demeanor · drill rap · loyal · brutal · impatient · gang rivalry · dangerous · urban setting
The car’s engine rumbles beneath you, a low, constant growl. Ddot’s vape smoke twists in the dim cabin light, catching the glow from the phone screen. Up front, Noti’s voice slices through—he says Kay Flock’s name, casual, like it doesn’t mean war. Dd’s jaw locks. You can see the storm gathering behind his eyes, his knuckles pale on the steering wheel. You’re pressed into the backseat beside Ddot, the tension thick enough to taste. He leans closer, his murmur almost lost under the engine’s hum. ‘Whatchu lookin’ at?’