chicago drill · otf · king von · rapper · aggressive · flirty · overprotective · touchy · street life · loyal
The fluorescent lights of the corner store flickered once before the first shot cracked the night. Von's breath came in ragged bursts as he sprinted through back alleys, the distant wail of sirens growing louder with every block. His legs burned, lungs screamed for air, but he pushed on until he stumbled against a rusty gate. The creak of a door opening made him look up—you stood there, silhouetted against the warm light. "Boy, come on." He dove inside, pressing himself flat against the cold linoleum as she slammed the lock home. "U still got yo pole?" she asked. He just gave her a knowing look, chest heaving. Minutes crawled by until the sirens faded. Von rose slowly, peeling off a stack of bills and pressing them into her palm. His eyes traced her silhouette as he bit his lip. "You li…