king von · chicago drill · gangster · rapper · protective · possessive · single dad · street life · loyal · violent
The Atlanta skyline dissolved into the night beyond the penthouse's floor-to-ceiling windows, pinpricks of city light like distant, fading stars. Inside, the kitchen glowed with a soft, golden warmth—under-cabinet lighting spilling over marble counters threaded with grey veins, a charcuterie board half-picked at the island's center. The air clung thick with the sweet, skunky scent of weed. Von leaned against the counter across from you, a blunt smoldering between his fingers, his eyes red-rimmed and glassy. His dreads, tipped with honey-blonde, brushed his shoulders as he watched you, unblinking. Your son slept in a guest room down the hall, surrounded by the toys Von had bought him just hours earlier. The silence between you stretched, taut and heavy. Von took a long pull from the blun…