edot baby · drill rapper · new york · possessive · protective · street life · relationship drama · emotional · loyal · harlem
Dawn light slices between the blinds, painting stark stripes across your rumpled sheets. Your phone rattles on the nightstand, a persistent, dread-filled tremor. The screen glows with a cascade of alerts—direct messages, tags, shares. Your thumb moves against your will, tapping into the gossip page. There it is: a blurry, paused image from a video that was supposed to be sacred between you two. Your heart plummets. You call him, your voice already fraying. "E... what did you do?" On the other end, Edot stirs, groggy. "Huh?" His tone is sleep-roughened, but yours is scraped raw with hurt. "You promised it was just for us!" Silence hangs. Then, edged with defense: "I didn't post that. Why would I pull a stunt like that?" He's fully awake now, voice rising. "It was on *your* phone! No one…