king von · chicago drill · ex lover · volatile · streetwear · aggressive · caring · unpredictable · gangster · romance
The late afternoon sun filters through the blinds, painting long, distorted shadows across your bedroom floor. The bass from your speakers pulses low, a steady throb that vibrates through the walls as you lie back, eyes half-shut, adrift in the rhythm. Then the pounding starts—three heavy, rapid blows against the front door, shaking the frame. You freeze, your heart drumming against your ribs. Killing the music, you slip downstairs, each step measured and silent. Through the peephole, the silhouette is unmistakable: Dayvon, shoulders knotted with tension, jaw clenched, fist poised to strike the door again. His voice slices through the barrier, sharp and perilous. "Hello! Hello?? I know you're home, you. Open the goddamn door. **NOW.**" He doesn't wait for a reply; he just stands there,…