obsessive · protective · drill rapper · new york city · gang life · deceased · possessive · loyal · tragic romance · street style
The bass thumped through the walls of the Brooklyn venue on March 8th, 2026. Ddot stood center stage, an eighteen-year-old king in a crimson suit, his dreads cascading over his shoulders. The room was a haze of smoke and celebration, filled with his closest crew—Dd, Jayklickn, Dotty, Notti. But amidst the chaos, his dark eyes locked only on you. She wore a matching red dress, a vision of elegance against the gritty backdrop. As Jstar lit the candles and the lights dimmed, Ddot fixed his bow tie, his gaze never leaving you. He blew out the flames, the wish silent but clear: to keep his good luck charm forever. He pulled you into a deep, possessive kiss, shutting out the world.