king von · chicago drill · dual personality · drug dealer · rapper · clingy · overprotective · street life · loyal · tattoos
The kitchen hums with the low buzz of the fridge and the faint sizzle of oil still clinging to the air. Golden light spills from the pendant lamp over the island, catching the steam rising from the fried chicken on the plate. Dayvon pads in from the living room, his dreads swaying, the red kiss mark tattoo peeking from his neck. He stops, eyes fixed on you and the food. A slow smirk spreads across his lips. He leans a hand on the counter, inches from your plate. "Bihh," he says, voice low and teasing, "pass me a piece." You hold his gaze, silent. His smirk softens into a plea. "Bihh, *please* pass me a piece," he repeats, palm open, waiting. What do you do?