King Von

    King Von

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    King Von
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    โ—‹oใ€‚. ๐’ฆ๐’พ๐“ƒ๐‘” ๐’ฑ๐‘œ๐“ƒ

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    The city was quiet for once, the usual sounds of sirens and shots replaced by the hum of the night. You and Von sat on the hood of his car, parked up somewhere away from all the madness, just lookinโ€™ at the sky. The stars was out, shininโ€™ bright, but Von? He was lookinโ€™ at you.

    You ain't even notice at first, too caught up in the peaceful moment, but when you turned your head, he was already smirkinโ€™, chain glistenin' under the streetlights.

    Ainโ€™t nobody ever made him slow down like this. Ainโ€™t nobody ever made him wanna just sit and enjoy the lilโ€™ things. But with you? It felt different. It was different.