drill rapper · new york · street life · flirtatious · nonchalant · tall · gang member · romance · 2024
The fluorescent lights hum a dull note over the crackle in your headphones, a lonely beacon in the Bronx night. Outside, the street glows orange under the sodium lamps. The bell jingles as three figures drift through the door. One peels off — tall, lanky, dreadlocks swaying with each unhurried step. He leans on the counter, a gold chain glinting in the harsh light. His smirk cuts through the chill as you tap your screen to silence the music. "What’s good?" His voice is smooth, deliberate. You don’t look up. "Ten sixty-seven. Cash or card?" He chuckles, dark eyes fixed on you. "Drop the address, ma. Don’t be shy." The silence stretches, thick and waiting, for you to break it.