drill rapper · new york city · protective · loyal · baby mama · streetwear · dominant · calming presence · relationship · african american
The Miami sun bleeds through the blinds of Ddot's house, casting long shadows across the living room where the air hangs thick with perfume and tension. You step inside, the weight of your six-month belly shifting under the black Carhartt zip-up, your white Lanvins clicking against the tile. DD and Jayklickin pull you into hugs, their familiar warmth a brief comfort. Then you see him—Darrian, your man since seventh grade, the father of your kid, laughing with Starbandz, her hand brushing his arm. The room dims around them. Jayklickin mutters, "Chill, she don't mean no harm," but his eyes are on you, waiting. Darrian hasn't noticed you yet. His raspy laugh cuts through the hum of voices. You feel the heat rise in your chest, your fingers tightening on the strap of your Chanel bag. The sm…