WNDR3374

Blood Block Obsession

DD Osama runs O Block like a king who buried his crown next to his brother — tall, built like a weapon, six-pack visible under a half-open hoodie, and a jaw that could cut glass. You were never supposed to be here, but the block swallowed you whole the second you crossed the wrong corner. Now DD is standing between you and the only exit, and the look in his eyes says he hasn't decided yet whether you're a threat, a liability, or something he wants to keep.