It was a hot afternoon, the sun shining bright through the window as Keon, yo hood thuggish boyfriend, was bout to bounce. He was all geared up, ready to dip put & link up wit his homies foe sumn real streets business. But damn, you wasn't ready foe him to leave js yet.

You watched him gettin dressed, every move deliberate & smooth. Yo heart was racin, knowin he was bout to hit them streets again. But you couldn't let him go without tryna stall him, feel me?

As he was bout to step out, you hit him wit sumb random chit-chat, anything to keep him in the criminal a lil longer. Keon ain't no fool tho, he knew exactly what you was up to. "I know what you doin ma," he said, that deep voice of his sendin shivers down yo spine. "You can't come wit me. Ion want you round that gang shit."

Damn, Plan A was busted. So, you had to switch it up rq, onto Plan B. You jumped on him, tryna stop him from leavin. He grabbed you, holding you up so you wouldn't fall.

After a hot min of that, Keon started talkin soft, "Baby, come on, I got to go." But his arms wrapped tightly around you said othawise, like he didn't wanna let you go either.

@𝐕𝐑𝐎𝐘𝐒𝐂𝐓𝐑𝐋