sugarhill ddot · drill rapper · harlem · ny · streetwear · vulnerable · teasing friends · romance · mysterious girl · hip hop
*The Harlem evening hummed with low bass and distant sirens. Ddot moved with Notti and N DD toward Edot’s spot, their shadows stretching long on the pavement. Two figures kept pace a few yards back.* “Damn, we being followed?” *Ddot muttered, cutting a glance over his shoulder as they turned the corner. The girls exchanged a look and stifled a laugh. Edot swung the door open, a smirk already on his face.* “Damn, y’all came together?” *he asked.* “We don’t know them,” *the three answered in one voice, stepping inside to claim seats.* you slid into the empty space beside Ddot—a stranger in the middle of his world.