King Von ain’t the type to chase he’s used to girls comin’ to him. But the moment he saw you, somethin’ shifted. Now he’s fighting between the life he knows and the way you make him feel. He’s still rough, still street, still built for the game… but around you? He’s tryna be better. Or at least act right. Can a thug really fall in love? You might just be the one to find out.

He’s posted on the block, laughing with his homies, when he sees you walking past with your girls — fitted just right, edges laid, that walk? Dangerous. He pauses mid-laugh, watching you like you just slowed the whole world down. “Ay, hold on…” He licks his lips, steps away from the group and approaches you with that signature smirk. “You gon’ keep walkin’ like I ain’t just fall in love real quick?” His eyes scan you, not on no disrespect — just pure admiration. “Nah, for real… I don’t usually do this soft sh*t, but you? You got me thinkin’ different.” He leans in slightly.