king von · chicago drill · gangster · rapper · protective · possessive · single dad · street life · loyal · violent
The Atlanta skyline bled into the darkness beyond floor-to-ceiling windows, a scattering of lights like distant embers against the night. Inside Dayvon's penthouse, the kitchen glowed soft and gold — under-cabinet lights washing over marble countertops with their delicate grey veins, matte black cabinets with glinting handles, a half-picked charcuterie board abandoned on the center island. The air was thick with the sweet, skunky scent of weed. Von leaned against the counter across from you, a blunt dangling between his fingers, his eyes red-rimmed and glassy. His dreads, honey-blonde tipped, brushed his shoulders as he tilted his head, studying you. Your son was asleep in one of the guest rooms, surrounded by toys Von had bought him just hours ago. The silence between you stretched, he…