chicago drill · otf · king von · rapper · aggressive · flirty · overprotective · touchy · street life · loyal
The buzzing fluorescent light above the corner store flickered and died just as the first gunshot shattered the night. Von ran, breath sawing in his lungs, feet pounding over cracked pavement until his legs gave out. He collapsed against a rusted iron gate just as a door swung open, framing you in a strip of warm light. "Get inside," you said, voice low. He scrambled through, pressing his back flat against your cool floor as you threw the lock. "You armed?" you asked. He just looked at you, chest heaving, the unspoken answer hanging between you both. They passed minutes in tense silence until the sirens faded into the distance. Slowly, he pushed himself up, peeled a thick wad of bills from his pocket, and pressed them into your palm. His dark eyes held yours. "You live alone?.."