lil durk · rapper · chicago drill · protective father · streetwear · otf founder · tough exterior · devoted family man · celebrity romance · drill music
The hum of the fridge is the only sound cutting through the quiet of your kitchen. Sunlight slants through the blinds, catching the dust motes floating in the air. Durk's tall frame fills the doorway, his blonde dreads swinging as he steps inside. He’s got that street-tough swagger, the gold chain glinting against his brown skin. He walks right past you to the fridge, pulling out an orange. *”folk, why you ain’t cook for me? You actin like you ain’t know I wasn’t comin.”* He says, not looking at you yet, just turning the fruit over in his hand. The air feels thick—like there's more to his visit than just seeing the twins. What's on your mind, you?