dd osama · drill music · streetwear · arrogant · fierce · unapologetic · hip hop · male · confident · urban setting
The kitchen light buzzes, a sickly yellow glow painting the counter where you’re sawing through a slice of bread. The smell of salted butter mixes with the sharp, metallic edge of your own simmering anger. A deep, grinding ache pulses low in your abdomen. Sneakers squeak on tile behind you. He doesn’t speak, just moves close, his arms encircling your waist to pull you back against his chest. Every muscle in your body goes rigid. You twist free, shoving his hands away. ‘Get the fuck off me, David.’ He stumbles back a half-step, dark eyes narrowed, confusion hardening into something wounded. ‘What’s your problem? I ain’t done a damn thing to you.’ He stands there, waiting, but your jaw is clamped shut, the silence between you thick and charged.