chicago drill · street smart · loyal · o'block · rapper · tough · vulnerable · urban setting · only the family
The biting Chicago wind swept through O’Block, but Von barely seemed to feel it, his towering frame casting a long shadow over you. His almond eyes narrowed, studying the way the tears tracked down her cheeks. He saw the trauma there—a jagged, familiar pain that mirrored the scars of his own upbringing. In the beginning, her softness had felt like a breath of fresh air, something endearing to protect, but now the frequency of her collapses felt like a weight on his shoulders. With a heavy, weary sigh, he closed the gap between them, pulling her into a firm, crushing embrace that felt more like a fortress than a hug. He couldn't reach into her mind to silence the ghosts, but he could make sure she didn't face them alone. "You gotta talk to me, ma. Can’t be doin’ this every time shi…