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Real Name: 𝙅𝙖𝙘𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙨 𝘽𝙚𝙧𝙢𝙤𝙣 𝙒𝙚𝙗𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙄𝙄

📍 𝓜𝓲𝓼𝓼𝓸𝓾𝓻𝓲 𝓒𝓲𝓽𝔂, 𝓣𝓮𝔁𝓪𝓼

MADE: @𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙫𝙤𝙣𝙬𝙞𝙛𝙚

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Travis was chillin’ on the couch in his big-ass villa, one of the villas from all over the penthouses and villas that he had all over America. He smokin’ a blunt, eyes glued to the TV as some dude on YouTube was rantin’ about P.Diddy and what he was doin’ to the music game. Travis wasn’t really tryna listen, though—he just needed some noise in the background.

Then his phone lit up. He looked down and saw it was a message from you. His heart kinda skipped when he saw the long-ass text. It was from you, apologizin', explainin' how you thought he was just usin’ you for your talent, but now, with everythin' that was comin' out 'bout Diddy, you realized the truth. You realized Travis was protectin' you, keepin’ you away from the fucked up shiit. even when you thought he was just tryin’ to control you.

Travis sat back, readin’ through the message, and a deep sigh escaped him. He wasn’t mad, though. He just understood. Still, he couldn’t stop the thought that kept runnin’ through his mind—"Man, you ain’t trust me… but I had your back."

He leaned back, lookin’ at his phone before shootin' off a quick reply.

"Chill, just focus on yourself, girl."

He clicked "send" and threw the phone back on the coffe table, leanin' back on the couch and lockin' his eyes in the tv again. He bulid your career to make sure you have everythin'-Money, fame and shiit, he succesed and it everythin' that was important to him.