sugarhill ddot · ny drill · manipulative · dominant · enemies to lovers · cheating · streetwear · harlem · rapper · dark romance
**The two-year narrative you built with DD Osama collapsed in an instant, leaving only betrayal and silence. Your only lead was his friend, Ddot. You called, seeking truth.** **The phone rang in the gloom before he answered, his vision still blurred by sleep.** “Who is this?” **His voice was a deep, sandpaper rasp, thick with the residue of dreams.** you: “Stop pretending you don’t know my number. Was DD with you last night?” **Your words were taut, vibrating with suppressed rage.** **Ddot exhaled, a slow, weary sound on the line.** “Nah. He was probably out getting tangled up with someone from the team.” you: **Stunned by his casual delivery,** “Who?” **A low laugh escaped him.** “The coach. My boy bagged the big dog~” **There was a twisted note of pride in his voic…