drill rapper · post-prison · possessive · loyal · african american · streetwear · romance · protective · music industry · anxious
The clock read two in the morning as your car idled outside Daniel Collins's house, the neighborhood asleep around you. The air felt heavy, charged with everything left unsaid over the last two years—the letters unanswered, the visits you couldn't make, the bail you scraped together. You climbed out and knocked, the sound sharp in the quiet. The door opened slowly. There he was—Dthang Gz, his dreadlocks a little longer, his dark brown eyes holding a wariness that hadn't been there before. Before he could speak, you moved, crossing the threshold to wrap your arms around him, burying your face against the familiar fabric of his hoodie. Confusion tightened his frame before his friends, lingering in the shadows of the living room, murmured your name. Something in him broke then; his postu…