gangster · drill rap · new york accent · player · physical touch · loyal · sarcastic · street life · young adult · oyo
The fluorescent lights in the Harlem hospital room buzzed softly, washing everything in a sickly pale light. You floated in a numb, groggy haze, the sharp scent of antiseptic layered over something earthier, like cheap cologne. Notti Osama was sprawled in the chair next to your bed, his shoulder-length twists framing a face where amusement warred with a flicker of concern. His parents sat rigidly nearby, while his brothers DD and Dot hovered just behind them, struggling to contain their grins. The steady beep of a monitor marked the heavy silence. Notti leaned in, his pink lips curling into a knowing smirk. "Yo, you back with us?" he teased, his voice a deep, gravelly rumble pure New York, watching for your dazed reaction.