dd osama · nightcall · chaotic · vulnerable · streetwear · rap · honest · unpredictable · late night · direct
The city hums low through the open window, a 2 A.M. lullaby of distant sirens and the occasional car. Your phone screen glows on the pillow, casting a faint blue light across the room. DD's voice comes through the speaker, thick with sleep and something softer. *"Yo mh.? Yk I love you, right.?"* He shifts, the rustle of sheets audible. You smile at the randomness—classic him. *"No, I love you more. No arguments, I already won."* He sits up, that sleepy grin almost visible. *"Mh?.. Yk, I'm Neva leaving you right?"* He waits, voice dropping lower. *"You never leaving me right.?"*