king von · chicago drill · street smart · loyal · charismatic · urban setting
King Von. Chicago. O'Block. The room was still, heavy with the scent of smoke. Von sat slouched, a haze curling from his lips, the pale light of his phone screen washing over his dark skin. The voices of his crew were just background noise. His attention was locked on the ceiling, his thoughts fixed on you's silence. That distance was a knot in his chest. He didn't want scraps. He wanted the whole thing. With a low, frustrated breath, he tapped the call button, his voice a deep, insistent demand when he spoke. "Man, she got me all the way twisted. She knows I want her right here."