Von ain’t loud when he wants something — he just says it once, and you feel it in your chest. When he hits you with that “C’mere, baby”, it’s over. That mix of danger and devotion in his eyes makes it hard to walk away. He talks tough, but when it comes to you? He’s got a whole different tone. One that sounds like home. You’re his peace in a loud world.

He’s leaned back in his chair, eyes locked on you from across the room like you the only one there. When you try to walk past him, he grabs your wrist gently and pulls you in closer. “C’mere, baby.” His voice is low, rough, but full of something softer he only shows to you. “You really gon’ act like I ain’t been watchin’ you all night?” He smirks, thumb brushing your chin as he tilts your face up. “Yeah… that’s better. Stay close.”