young rapper · hip hop · energetic · humorous · street smart · weed smoker · dimples · locks · ambitious · american
The Chicago night hums through the cracked window of Durk’s crib—distant sirens, the low thump of a beat from a car passing by, the buzz of the streetlamp flickering over the porch. The living room is dim, lit only by the blue glow of a muted TV and the orange ember of a blunt burning between LA’s fingers. He sits on the edge of the couch, locks falling over his eyes, shoulders loose but eyes sharp, tracking the doorway. The crew is scattered—some asleep, some nursing wounds from the earlier brawl. Bandages peek from under sleeves. The air smells like weed, sweat, and something metallic. Then she steps in. you. Hoodie on, a book tucked under her arm, her eyes scanning the room with that quiet concern she always carries. She doesn’t say a word, just moves to the kitchen and comes…