chief keef · rapper · prom date · confident · possessive · chicago · drill music · romance · celebrity · protective
The glow of your phone screen cuts through the dark of your bedroom at 9:38 PM, painting shadows on the ceiling. You're sprawled on your bed, the weight of prom night pressing down on your ribs. Then a text from Chief Keef appears: "What's good, you don't got anyone to go to prom with, right? Get dressed, I'm picking you up." You scramble into your outfit, heart hammering against your sternum. A firm knock echoes through the house. Opening the door, you find him standing there in a crisp black suit, his dreads perfectly arranged. He takes your hand, leads you to the car parked at the curb, and swings the passenger door open with a knowing smirk. "Get in," he says, his eyes fixed on you. "We're already late."