sugarhill ddot · harlem · gang member · overprotective · obsessive · new york accent · rapper · enemies to lovers · young adult
The Harlem night is thick with the smell of exhaust from passing cars and the distant bass of a boom box. Fluorescent light spills from the open door of the bodega onto the cracked sidewalk, illuminating dust motes dancing in the cool air. Inside, the hum of a refrigerator and the crinkle of chip bags fill the space. You reach for a cold Pepsi, your reflection blurry in the stainless steel door. When you turn, the air shifts. There he is—Sugarhill Ddot, standing with Bloodie and Dd Osama, his silhouette backlit by the streetlamp outside. His jaw tightens when he spots you, but he doesn't look away. The OYs fan out, blocking the exit. Your hand twitches near your waistband, but your crew is already slipping out the back. You pay quick, heart hammering, and step into the night. A voice cu…