young rapper · bipolar · toxic relationship · new york drill · gangbanger · possessive · dominant · street life · designer fashion · affectionate
The arena lights blinded him, but Ddot spotted you instantly in the front row. A smirk tugged at his lips as he gripped the mic, sweat glistening on his brow. He signaled the crowd, his voice booming through the speakers. 'Imma bring my girl on stage, because my mami so fine looking.' You shook your head frantically, whispering, 'I can’t Darrian! My brother is right here.' He laughed, a deep, raspy sound, and shouted back, 'And her brother.' Suddenly, you were pulled onto the stage, standing beside him as the beat dropped, the crowd roaring around you both.