King Von Imagines

Love Ain't Over

Word Count~ 757

Past

Monique still remembered the night it all fell apart.

She had been there through everything—every court date, every sleepless night, every whispered promise that things would be different. Von swore up and down that he was gonna change, that he'd leave the streets behind. And she believed him.

Until that last fight.

"You act like I want to be out here doing this shit, Monique!" Von had shouted, pacing their small apartment, hands in his hair.

"Then stop, Von! You don't have to do this no more!" she pleaded, standing in front of him, tears burning her eyes.

His jaw clenched. "It ain't that simple."

"You make it that way," she snapped, voice shaking. "But you know what? Do whatever the hell you wanna do. I can't keep begging you to care about your own life."

That was the last thing she said to him before he got locked up.

She didn't visit. Didn't write. She told herself it was better that way.

And now, years later, she had built her own life—her own success. She wasn't just "Von's girl" anymore.

But fate had a funny way of bringing the past back.

Present Day

The club was packed, music pulsing through Monique's body as she sat in VIP, sipping on a drink with her girls. She wasn't looking for attention, but she got it regardless. Heads turned when she walked by, men bought her drinks, women eyed her with envy.

But none of that mattered when he walked in.

Von.

Her breath hitched the moment she saw him. He had changed—not just in the way he dressed, but in the way he carried himself. More confident. More in control. More him.

And then their eyes met.

For a second, it was just them. The years faded. The distance, the silence—it all vanished.

He smirked, but there was something else in his eyes. Something unspoken.

He made his way over to her section, sliding into the seat next to her like no time had passed.

"Mo," he said, his voice lower now, deeper, more mature.

"Von," she said coolly, taking a sip of her drink, acting like her heart wasn't beating out of her chest.

He chuckled, shaking his head. "Still actin' like you ain't happy to see me?"

She turned to him, meeting his gaze. "Who said I was happy?"

His smirk grew. "You ain't gotta say it. I can see it."

Before she could respond, a voice interrupted them.

"Von, what the hell?"

Monique turned, and there she was—his girlfriend.

The girl was pretty, no doubt. Long hair, designer everything, and a mean glare directed straight at Monique.

Von tensed beside her, his whole demeanor shifting. "Damn, Jada, chill—"

"Chill?" Jada scoffed. "You sittin' up here with your ex like I ain't even exist?"

Monique lifted a brow. "I didn't know he was taken. That's his issue, not mine."

Jada wasn't tryna hear it. "You got me looking stupid, Von."

Von sighed, rubbing his temples. "Man, not right now—"

But it was too late. Phones were out, people were recording, and within hours, The Shade Room had the footage up.

"King Von spotted in VIP getting real close with his ex Monique while his girl Jada was losing it. Is there trouble in paradise?"

The Aftermath

Jada was livid. She went on a whole Instagram rant about how "niggas ain't shit," posting subliminal messages and shady tweets. Von, on the other hand, stayed silent.

But Monique? She wasn't about to be dragged into drama that wasn't hers.

"Y'all can stop with the fake narratives," she posted on her IG story. "I don't need nobody's man."

The real issue, though? Von wasn't acting like a man who wanted to stay in his relationship.

Two nights later, he showed up at Monique's door.

"You know we gotta talk," he said, leaning against the frame, eyes locked onto hers.

She exhaled, arms crossed. "Talk about what, Von? You got a girl—"

"Had," he corrected. "Jada's gone."

Monique narrowed her eyes. "Just like that?"

Von stepped closer, his voice low. "Ain't been 'just like that' for a long time, Mo." He tilted her chin up, forcing her to meet his gaze. "You think I ain't been thinking 'bout you? You think I ain't regret how we left things?"

Her heart was betraying her. She should've shut the door in his face.

But she didn't.

Instead, she whispered, "Then prove it."

And just like that, the fire that had never truly died between them reignited.