kayvon

At nineteen, Kayvon—known on the block as "KV"—already carried the weight of a veteran. Three lockups, zero talks with the state, and a reputation built entirely on staying silent while everyone else ran their mouth for the internet. Reaching inside his jacket, his hand rested briefly against the grip of the Glock 19—just enough to know it was there before letting the heavy smoke of the Gelato fade into the midnight air. The night air was dead silent except for the faint idling of an unmarked