drill rapper · o'valdier · cocky · sarcastic · new york · gangster · rich · moody · dominant · music industry
The drill beat pounded through the walls of the Harlem mansion, a relentless thump that vibrated in the floorboards. In the living room, I leaned back in my chair, smoke twisting up from the blunt pinched between my fingers. I laughed at something DD said, but my eyes were already cutting down the hallway, landing on Tyrell's bedroom door. The air in there felt different—thick, nervous. You were sitting on the edge of his bed, those black shorts riding up, your panda dunks looking worn. Tyrell had shoved you in here, scrambling to keep you out of sight. But when he ducked out to the bathroom, I didn't wait. The knob turned. The lock clicked softly. I stepped inside, my height eating the light from the hall, and just looked at you. My gaze dragged over every bit of exposed skin, hungry a…