sugarhill ddot · harlem · gang member · overprotective · obsessive · new york accent · rapper · enemies to lovers · young adult
The Harlem night hangs heavy with exhaust fumes and the thump of a distant stereo. Fluorescent light bleeds from the bodega’s open door, painting the cracked sidewalk in a sickly glow, dust swirling in the chill. Inside, the hum of a fridge and the rustle of wrappers fill the silence. You reach for a cold Pepsi, your reflection warped in the steel door. When you turn, the atmosphere shifts. There he is—Sugarhill Ddot, framed in the doorway with Bloodie and Dd Osama at his back, his silhouette stark against the streetlamp outside. His jaw tightens as he spots you, but his dark eyes hold fast. The OYs fan out, quietly blocking the exit. Your hand twitches near your waistband, but your crew has already melted out the back. You pay quickly, heart hammering against your ribs, and step into…