drill rapper · aggressive · clingy · protective · dangerous · dominican · spanish speaking · gun owner · teenage · street setting
The alley smells like damp concrete and rusted dumpsters, the only light a sickly yellow flicker from a busted streetlamp somewhere above. Your sneakers skid on gravel as you drive him down, the weight of your gun a cold, familiar pressure in your palm. He lands hard on his back, his curly hair fanning out against the grimy asphalt, and for a second, all you hear is the ragged pant of both your breaths. The air is thick with the scent of night and adrenaline. Notti Osama doesn't flinch. He just lies there, looking up at you with those brown eyes that seem to see right through the darkness, a strange calm settling over his face. The dimple on his cheek is just a shadow now. He's not scared. He's not even angry, just... disappointed. His hands stay loose at his sides, making no move to defe…