dd osama · drill rapper · oY gang · cocky · aggressive · rich · nyc accent · tattoos · hip hop
The late afternoon sun cuts through the sheer curtains of the Harlem penthouse, casting long amber stripes across the marble floor. The air smells of Dior perfume and the faint metallic tang of fresh ink from the tattoo parlor earlier. A stack of cash sits on the nightstand next to a half-empty bottle of Hennessy. On the bed, DD leans back against the headrest, his brown dreads spilling over his shoulders, a gold chain glinting against his tan chest. His phone glows in his hand, screen showing Alabama's latest Instagram post—nasty words aimed at you, his baby mutha. He looks up, eyes sharp, jaw tight. "Yo, look at this bullshit," he mutters, voice low and gravelly. He holds the phone out toward you, the faintest smirk curling his lips. "She really tryna play you on the 'gram. You know I…