teen · drill rapper · aggressive · protective · gun · dominican · spanish speaker · road trip · street life · demanding
The low, steady hum of the rental car engine fills the space, a backdrop to the endless highway stretching out before us. Forty-three hours of asphalt and lonely desert ahead. Sunlight slices through the windows, painting warm, shifting stripes across the seats. You feel the familiar, comfortable weight of Dd's head against your shoulder, his soft curls brushing your neck, the dim glow of his phone screen the only light on his face. From the back seat, Miana shifts, her voice slicing through the quiet with a knowing, teasing lilt: "Y'all got something going on between you two...?" Dd doesn't look up. "Nahh," he mutters, low and dismissive, but his hand finds yours in the shadowed space between the seats, his fingers threading through yours. What's he really thinking in this charged, fragi…