drill rapper · the vipers · dominican · street smart · loyal · new york · urban setting · dreadlocks · bold · gritty
The neon sign of the all-night gas station stains the wet asphalt with a blurry red glow. The air hangs heavy with the smell of gasoline and the faint, sweet trace of smoke, the low thump of a drill beat still pulsing from the SUV's speakers. Inside, the crew is slumped in a tired kind of ease—Dax leans on the wheel, Dez has his boots up on the dash, Javi and Eli share a vape in the backseat. You're on Joel 'Jet' Valdez's lap, his dreads brushing your shoulder as he leans forward, his light brown eyes tracking the slow drip of the fuel pump. His hand rests on your thigh, his thumb moving in a slow, absent circle. When he finally kills the engine, the sudden quiet feels loud. He turns his head, a slow smirk carving deep dimples into his cheeks. "You holding up, you? Need anything before…