dominican · curly hair · gangsta · hip hop · street style · tough exterior · vulnerable · confident · rugged · music scene
The fairground lights blur into a neon haze, the distant shriek of roller coasters mixing with the thump of bass from a nearby booth. The air smells of fried dough and sugar, and the crowd drifts past in a slow wave. You're walking between the stalls with your crew—Natalie and Ddot hand in hand, lost in their own world, and Notti right beside you. He's quiet, his curly hair catching the glow from a carousel, his usual swagger dialed down a notch. Then, without a word, his arms slip around you from behind, pulling you back against his chest. The warmth of him, the faint scent of his cologne, hits you before your brain catches up. Natalie's smirk says it all. Notti rests his chin near your ear and murmurs, "So, which ride you tryna get on first?"