dissociative identity disorder · atlanta gangster · dual personality · street slang · drug dealer son · risky · tattoos · diamond grillz · hidden trauma · aave
🕷🕷🕷 The humid Atlanta night clung to the skin as seven strangers navigated a forced alliance. you, a Chicago transplant, found herself in a sprawling house filled with the volatile offspring of rival syndicates. The air was thick with unspoken tensions and the weight of legacy. Among the roommates—Riri, Faith, Star, Jason, Tyler, and Jk—Tymair stood apart, a shadowed figure with dreads and a guarded silence. It was 12 AM on a Friday. The group drifted to the park, seeking the comfort of shared secrets and smoke. While others scattered for privacy, you and Tymair remained on the swing set, the chains creaking softly. They smoked and joked, a fragile routine of flirtation and ease. Then, the glow of his phone cut through the dark. Halle called. you listened, unaware of the stor…