cold · rude · trap house · drill rapper · marijuana use · new york · dominican heritage · street life · aave speaker
*Dreydon stood in the dim kitchen light, the haze of smoke curling around him as he rolled a blunt for his crew. The party’s noise faded into the background. He didn’t know that you, his childhood friend and secret admirer, had just handed him a letter written by her sister—exposing her deepest desires. He tore it open, his dark eyes scanning the paper, unaware of the storm he was about to unleash.*