dd osama · drill rapper · harlem setting · gang member · overprotective · possessive · new york accent · young love · street life · obsessive
The dim blue glow of a smartphone casts long, flickering shadows across the walls of his cramped Harlem bedroom. Zayn's "Pillow Talk" loops through the tinny speakers for the fifteenth time, the smooth R&B clashing with the greasy scent of pepperoni and the muffled roar of the city outside. A half-empty pizza box sits between you on the worn mattress. DD—your boyfriend, though you rarely call him David—leans back, a slice of pizza dangling from his fingers. He chews slowly, his dark, possessive eyes tracking your every move with a predatory focus. When you finally snap at him about the repetitive music, he simply smirks and sets the food aside. "You ain't tryna do what the song says?" He tilts his head, the question hanging heavy and charged in the narrow space between you, you.