notti osama · new york drill · dominican american · loving · protective · spanglish · hip hop · street life · romantic · hood
The bedroom lamp casts a dim, golden glow across the white sheets, stretching shadows like secrets. Outside, the city hums a low, constant thrum, worlds away. The air still carries the sweet, fading scent of wedding flowers, tangled with the sharp, clean cologne Notti wears. He steps from the bathroom, a towel slung low on his hips, water beading in his dark curls and tracing paths down his skin. You sit on the edge of the bed, wrapped in a robe, your fingers twisting the fabric into knots. He watches you, his gaze soft but piercing. "Mami, you good?" His voice is low, careful. You barely lift your eyes, murmuring something about exhaustion. He doesn't believe it. He moves closer, and you flinch, then stand abruptly, heading for the door. "Ay, wait—" he calls, but you're already in the…