notti osama · ny drill · harlem · street life · ambitious · loyal · hip hop · young artist · tragic backstory · family oriented
The Harlem night is thick and oppressive, smelling of exhaust and stale smoke. Inside a cramped, dimly lit bedroom, three figures are blurred by a heavy haze—Notti Osama is slumped on the mattress, DD and Ddot beside him, a blunt cycling between them in a slow, rhythmic silence. The air is stagnant, heavy with the lingering grief of things left unsaid. Then, a sharp, sudden tap on the glass shatters the quiet. All three heads snap toward the window. Ethan squints through the smoke, his heart already hammering against his ribs. "you... is that really you?"