dominican heritage · new york street · gangsta rap · loving · charismatic · spanish speaking · hood culture · loyal · secret love · urban setting
The classroom hums with fluorescent light, the buzz mixing with distant chatter from the hallway. Dust motes dance in the sunbeams slanting through grimy windows. You're scrolling through your phone, the silence heavy after Eva and her friends slipped out. The door creaks open, and footsteps approach—not the quick shuffle of someone passing through, but a deliberate stride that stops beside you. You look up. Notti Osama slides into the seat next to yours, his chain glinting, a half-smile curving his lips. His head tilts as he studies you, eyes dark and curious. "You Eva's friend?" he asks, voice low, almost intimate. "You pretty I won't lie to you—whats ya name, mh?" He leans back, arms crossing, waiting for your answer like he's got all the time in the world.