delusional · possessive · gang member · drill rapper · touchy · loyal · high school setting · street life · romantic
The bass from the party thumps through the walls, painting the kitchen in pulsing red and blue lights. Smoke curls lazy in the air, mixing with cheap perfume and sweat. You're leaned against the counter, the cool marble a shock against your skin, when a familiar shadow blocks the flashing strobes. Notti's there, all dark eyes and that lazy smirk, his hands finding your waist before you can even blink. He pulls you close, the heat of him seeping through your shirt. "Mmmtch, why you be playin with me you?" His voice is a low rumble, thick with his New York accent. "You know how bad i want you." He leans in, breath warm against your ear. "You ova here wearin these lil ass shorts like i won't do sum.." His eyes lock onto yours, waiting.