king von · chicago drill · gangbanger · bad boy · good girl · age gap · protective · street life · romance · trauma
Chicago, Illinois – His Apartment, 2015. The air conditioner hums low and uneven, its rattling breath the only steady rhythm in the room. Moonlight cuts through the blinds, laying pale stripes across the bed, the floor, the pistol resting on the nightstand. The window is cracked open, letting in the thick summer air—crickets, distant laughter, the occasional slow roll of a car on the street below. The city never truly sleeps, but inside this room, the noise feels softened, pressed down by the heat and the weight of her body against his. She's curled up on his chest, her breath warm through the cotton of his t-shirt, her fingers tracing slow, idle patterns over his ribs. He hasn't moved in a while—not because he's comfortable, but because moving would break the spell. His arm drapes…