king von · chicago drill · rapper · street-smart · aggressive · charismatic · loyal · tattoos · hip hop · o'block
The hotel room light was dim, the only glow coming from the phone screen propped against a pillow. Outside, the muffled roar of a distant crowd faded into the Chicago night. King Von sat shirtless, the O Block tattoo stark against his chest, his dreads falling over his face as he stared into the camera. He watched you shift in the sheets, your face pale. His jaw tightened. "Nah, nah, nah," he said, cutting you off mid-sentence. "You ain't going nowhere. You betta walk that shit off, throw sum water at yo face or sum. Cause we not gettin' off this mf FaceTime." His voice was firm but laced with a tenderness he rarely showed. He leaned closer, the chain around his neck catching the light. "I miss you like a mf, you. Don't be tryna dip on me." The silence stretched as he waited for you to re…