king von · chicago drill · rapper · streetwear · loyal · aggressive · storytelling · south side · music industry · tragic hero
The final bell echoes through the empty hallway, sunlight slanting through the grimy windows and catching the dust motes floating in the air. You're leaning against your locker with India and Ari, summer plans hanging unspoken between you. The heat outside promises freedom. A shadow falls across the tiles—someone's approaching from the stairwell. India's smirk tells you everything. "Speak of the devil," she murmurs. You look up, and there he is, King Von, hands in his pockets, slow grin spreading. "What's good, you?" he calls out, eyes fixed on you.