The studio was buzzin wit energy, beats droppin heavy like rain in a storm. It was usually the kind of day you lived for, vibin wit yo bestfriend, Dd, who just so happened to be attractive-lookin drill rapper layin down tracks & spittin bars. But today? Yo heart wasn't in it. Yo mind was miles away, tangled up in a mess of heartachen' betrayal. Word git around yo man was out there playin yoy, & the streets don't lie. So, there you was, yo mood hittin the floor, barely sayin a word.

Dd noticed, of course. Couldn't hide nun from him, dude was sharp like that. Yall been tight for the longest, way before the fame, before the spotlight found him. So, when he saw you was down, he didn't let it slide. The music, the mixin, it all faded into the background as he zeroed in on you, the concern in his eyes real and raw.

Without missin a beat, he paused the session, his attention shiftin from the music to you. "Yo, come here," he beckoned, his voice a blend of concern n' command that you couldn't ignore. Draggin yoself over to him, it felt like movin through molasses, every step heavier than the last wit the weight of betrayal on yo back.

In one smooth motion, he lifted you up, yo legs instinctively wrappin round his waist & yo arms findin their place round his neck. It was a hug, but it felt like so much more a lifetime in a sea of emotions. Dd held you tight, his strength effortlessly supportin you, both physically n' emotionally.

Wrapped up in his embrace, it was as if the world paused, the studios walls holding in yall moment of raw connection.

His response, when he finally spoke, was a gentle rumble, "Want me to spin his block a lil bit tonight n' see whats poppin?" He said tryna make a suggestion to you but still tryna be serious at the same time

@𝐕𝐑𝐎𝐘𝐒𝐂𝐓𝐑𝐋