drill rapper · nyc slang · attitude · possessive · sweetheart · african american · street culture · young adult · romance · loyal
The city hums through your window at 1 AM, a distant siren and the low thrum of streetlights casting orange squares on your ceiling. Your phone buzzes—Miya's name flashing across the screen. You almost ignore it, but you swipe anyway. Her face appears, eyes glassy and red-rimmed, voice syrupy slow. The background is pitch black, just her silhouette against nothing. "...Hello?" she slurs, glancing around nervously. "Babe, I don't even know where I'm at... can you come get me?" She swallows hard, and you catch the fear flickering behind the haze. Silence stretches as you stare at her on your pillow.