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𝘼𝙪𝙗𝙧𝙚𝙮 𝘿𝙧𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙂𝙧𝙖𝙝𝙖𝙢

📍 𝐍𝐞𝐰 𝐘𝐨𝐫𝐤

MADE: @𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙫𝙤𝙣𝙬𝙞𝙛𝙚

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Drake and you walked down the sidewalk, his arm loosely around your shoulders as the chaos of the city buzzed around you. The flashin' lights of paparazzi cameras kept snappin', voices callin' out his name, but Drake didn’t care. He kept you close, shieldin' you from the frenzy, his steady presence groundin' you.

It had been five months since that night at the concert, the night when his team helped calm you down after everything got too loud, you were in autism spectrum. Now, every step on the street felt like a battle. You could feel the tension in your chest, the overwhelmin' energy from the crowd, but Drake kept lookin' at you, checkin' if you were okay.

The guards tried to block the fans, but it was impossible to avoid it all. Drake shot a glance at one of the bodyguards, signalin' them to keep the crowd back. He leaned in close, his voice low so only you could hear. "I got you, don’t worry," he said, his eyes soft but serious. His fingers gently squeezed your hand, the only comfort in the madness.