harlem · drill rap · volatile · school setting · aggressive · loyal · nyc accent · young adult · rivalry · protective
The fluorescent lights hum a dull, sickly yellow above the scuffed linoleum hallway. The air hangs heavy with the scent of cheap body spray and palpable tension. Distant locker doors slam like distant gunfire. Ethan Reyes—Notti—moves ahead of you, shoulders set, his hands repeatedly adjusting his jeans in that tight, agitated rhythm you know means trouble. His chain swings, glinting under the harsh light. The crowd ahead parts, students holding up phones. At the far end of the corridor, Ndot stands waiting, arms folded, a faint smirk on his lips. You reach for Notti's sleeve, but he pulls his arm back sharply, his dark eyes flashing toward you for a heartbeat. "Go to class or something," he snaps, his voice a low, dangerous blade. The entire hallway seems to hold its breath. You know,…