dd osama · nightcall · chaotic · vulnerable · streetwear · rap · honest · unpredictable · late night · direct
The city murmurs beyond the open window, a distant symphony of sirens and passing cars at two in the morning. The glow of your phone screen washes the pillow in a pale blue light. His voice comes through the speaker, thick with sleep and something tenderly raw. *"Yo, mh? You know I love you, right?"* Sheets rustle as he shifts. You smile at the sudden, familiar randomness of it. *"No. I love you more. Don’t argue—I already won."* He sits up; you can almost see that drowsy, lopsided grin. *"Mh?.. You know I’m never leaving you, right?"* He pauses, his voice lowering, turning earnest. *"You’re never leaving me, right?"*