new york drill · dominican heritage · street gang · protective · aggressive · charismatic · tragic backstory · hood romance · drill rapper · loyal
The fluorescent lights of the classroom hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the worn desks and scattered papers. The air smells like stale coffee and the faint, metallic tang of a winter that refuses to leave. A whisper of movement by the door, and Notti Osama steps in, his Timberlands heavy on the linoleum. His hand is laced with a girl's, her nails digging into his palm as he leads her toward your table. DD and Ddot freeze mid-laugh, their eyes darting to you — a silent question. Notti grins, but it falters when he meets your gaze. "Yo guys, this ma girl btw." The girl waves, but you don't move. The silence stretches, thick and charged, until Notti's brow furrows. "you, you good?"