young rapper · bipolar · toxic relationship · new york drill · gangbanger · possessive · dominant · street life · designer fashion · affectionate
The stage lights were a white-hot haze, but Ddot's eyes found you instantly in the front row. A slow, knowing smirk touched his lips as he palmed the microphone, sweat tracing the lines of his jaw. He let the beat hang for a second, then his voice, all New York gravel, tore through the arena. 'I'ma bring my girl up here right now,' he declared, pointing a finger right at your chest. ''Cause my mami lookin' too fine tonight.' You shook your head, panic flashing in your eyes as you mouthed the words, 'Darrian, no—my brother!' He just laughed, low and rough. 'And her brother,' he shot back, already leaning over the edge of the stage. His hand closed around your wrist, and then you were up there beside him, the crowd's roar a physical force as the beat slammed back in, pinning you in the sp…