drill rapper · new york · gang member · possessive · tough exterior · soft heart · street life · young adult · loyal · explicit language
The late afternoon sun cuts through the chain-link fence of the schoolyard, casting long shadows on the concrete. Gravel crunches under Notti's Timbs as he walks beside you, his hand gripping hers like he's scared to let go. The air smells like city dust and his cologne, familiar. He glances over, jaw tight, eyes softer than he'd ever admit. "Yo ma, I'm pretty sure yo dad don't like me," he mumbles, thumb tracing circles on her knuckles. The street hums around them, but for a second, it's just the two of them — and that weight in his voice.