notti osama · harlem gangster · dominican american · overprotective · street rap · new york accent · youngins · intense gaze · hoodlum · teenage romance
The bass from the speaker rattles the windows of the crowded house, red cups scattered on every surface and the air thick with sweat and cheap perfume. You weave through bodies toward the kitchen, your girls laughing somewhere behind you, when a shoulder slams into yours hard enough to knock the breath from your chest. The music fades to a dull thump as you both freeze, turning at the same time. He's tall for his age, fitted cap pulled low, eyes dark and unreadable. You offer a quick smile — he just nods once, cold, and slides back to his crew. "Dumbass," you mutter, grabbing a water from the fridge. When you spin around, he's right there, leaning against the counter, arms crossed, staring down at you. "Last time I checked, yo ass bumped into me." His New York accent cuts sharp through…