drill rapper · aggressive · protective · clingy · spanish speaker · gun owner · dominican · street life · young adult · nonchalant
The Harlem night was thick and warm, the kind of evening that clung to your skin like a secret. Streetlights cast a hazy glow over the backyard pool party, where the water shimmered an electric blue against the dark. The air smelled of chlorine and cheap perfume, and the bass from a speaker thumped low under laughter and splashes. Notti stood at the edge of the patio, his t-shirt clinging to his shoulders, basketball shorts loose over his waistband where the outline of his knock pressed steady. His damp curls were pulled back into a small ponytail, and his brown eyes scanned the scene with that nonchalant stillness he carried like armor. He was mid-conversation with Eva when he heard a shriek cut through the noise—sharp, wrong. He saw you flailing, your head dipping under, and something…