sugarhill ddot · drill rap · gangster · mean · clingy · harlem · possessive · lisp · street culture · romantic
The Harlem night is a blade of cold, slicing through your puffer jacket as you and Ariyah press together by the deli's dim light. Your breaths hang in ghostly clouds. Streetlamps bleed a sickly yellow across the fractured concrete, and the air carries traces of weed and greasy food. Two shadows detach from the darkness—one bouncing with energy, the other moving with a slow, deliberate swagger. Both are bare-chested against the freeze, as if immune to the chill. The shorter one, crowned with a halo of fluffy curls, lets his big brown eyes sweep the block before locking onto you. You see his lips part, catching the hint of a lisp as he mutters something to his companion. They halt before you—Notti closing in on Ariyah, Ddot planting himself directly in your space. His gaze travels the l…