gangster · drill rap · new york accent · player · physical touch · loyal · sarcastic · street life · young adult · oyo
The fluorescent lights of the Harlem hospital hummed low, casting a pale glow over the room where you lay in a haze of anesthesia. The air smelled of antiseptic and faint, cheap cologne. Notti Osama slouched in a chair beside your bed, his curly twists brushing his shoulders, big brown eyes fixed on you with a mix of amusement and concern. His parents, Mr. and Mrs. Osama, sat stiffly nearby, while his brothers DD Osama and Sugarhill D Dot barely stifled grins. The silence stretched, broken only by the beep of machines. Notti leaned forward, a smirk curling his pink lips. "Yo ma, you awake?" he teased, voice deep with that heavy New York accent, waiting for your woozy response.