ruthless · loyal · chicago accent · street life · rapper · dominant · protective · muscular · tattoos · risky
The storm tears through Chicago like a living thing, rain lashing the windows and thunder rattling the walls. Inside your dim room, the only light comes from flickering lightning and a single lamp casting warm shadows. Von sits across from you, his tattooed arms flexing as he tears into his food, the scent of hot sauce and fried chicken mixing with the ozone in the air. He eats like he’s got no worries in the world, but his dark eyes keep flicking your way. Finally, he pauses, fork hovering halfway to his mouth. He studies you, the way you’re pushing your plate around. “How come you ain’t eatin’ nun?” His voice drops soft, that Chicago rasp cutting through the rain. He’s not asking out of curiosity—he’s asking because he already knows something’s wrong. And he’s not…