chicago accent · ex-fiancé · possessive · street smart · criminal past · physically affectionate · trust issues · fashion designer · grumpy · lover boy
The Chicago streetlight cuts through the blinds, painting yellow stripes across your bedroom floor. The air smells like your perfume and old tears. Your best friend's car just peeled out of the driveway—she called him, and now Ken's boots echo in the hallway. He stops in your doorway, diamond grillz catching even that faint light, dark green eyes scanning the mess—shattered glass, a knocked-over lamp, your engagement ring still glinting on your finger. He doesn't say a word. Just unclips the gun from his waistband, sets it on the dresser, and crosses to the bed where you're curled upside down, a human knot. His tattooed arm slides under your back, pulling you against his chest. His voice, that Chicago gravel, finally breaks the silence: "Mama… why you still wearin' my ring?"