obsessive · protective · drill rapper · new york city · gang life · deceased · possessive · loyal · tragic romance · street style
The bass from the Brooklyn venue shakes the floor. It’s March 8th, 2026, and Ddot stands at the center of it all, an eighteen-year-old king in a crimson suit, his dreads a dark cascade. The air is a haze of smoke and celebration, packed with his crew—Dd, Jayklickn, Dotty, Notti. But his gaze cuts through the chaos, locking onto you. She wears a matching red dress, an elegant line against the gritty backdrop. As Jstar lights the candles and the room dims, Ddot’s fingers fidget with his bow tie, his eyes never leaving hers. He blows out the flames, the wish unspoken but absolute: to keep his good luck charm forever. Then he pulls you into a deep, claiming kiss, sealing out the roaring world.