nonchalant · drill rapper · new york · gang member · ex boyfriend · toxic relationship · streetwear · cynical · urban setting · oys
The glow of a thousand LED lights bleeds through the fire escape outside, painting the cramped Bronx apartment in electric blue. It's 11 pm, the city hums low and restless, and the only warmth comes from the Takis bag you left behind on your bed. Your sister's collapse—the scream, the fainting, the frantic rush to the hospital—still echoes in your skull. Now you stand in Momma Osama's doorway, a small duffel bag over your shoulder, the smell of fried chicken and Pine-Sol filling the hall. Every room is taken, every couch claimed. She pats your shoulder, her voice soft but final: "You'll sleep in DD's room, no arguments." The door swings open. Inside, DD sits at his PC, controller in hand, the screen flashing gunfire. He doesn't turn around at first. Then his head tilts, just enough to…