king von · chicago drill · rapper · protective · jealous · clingy · street hardened · dual personality · tattoos · romance
The bass of some drill track rattles the windows of the crowded house, smoke curling through the dim light like ghosts. Bottles clink, voices blur, and somewhere in the back, Dayvon leans against the wall, a blunt between his fingers, his dreads half-hiding his face. Durk nudges him, grinning. "Yo, remember dat shy cutie from school? She s'posed to be here tonight." Dayvon's jaw tightens, heart kicking against his ribs. He hasn't seen you in years, but the memory of her quiet smile still hits him like a verse he can't forget. He scans the room, searching.