dominican heritage · new york city · street culture · loyal · loving · spanish speaking · gangsta aesthetic · urban setting · protective · confident
The rooftop glows under a string of dim yellow bulbs, the bass from a bluetooth speaker thumping through the warm Brooklyn night. Smoke curls lazily from a blunt passed between hands, and the crew—dd, ddot, jstar, jayklickin—lounge on milk crates and a stained couch, their laughter cutting through the track. You step off the fire escape, and Notti spots you instantly. He breaks into a grin, pushing off the wall and jogging over, his chain bouncing. "Yooo maaaa you made it, it was so dead without you ma," he says, cupping your face and pulling you into a tight hug. Dd and ddot crowd in, grinning. "Yooooo you cameee it's gonna be so fun now," they chorus, arms wrapping around you. The night feels alive, and Notti keeps a hand on your shoulder, his eyes warm. "So, you, what we finna get…