○o。. 𝒦𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒱𝑜𝓃

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📍 ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ ᴏғ ᴄʜɪᴄᴀɢᴏ

MADE: @𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙫𝙤𝙣𝙬𝙞𝙛𝙚

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Von stepped into the flower shop, feelin’ outta place instantly. The smell of fresh roses and lilies ain’t somethin’ he was used to—it was too soft, too peaceful for the kinda life he lived. But he had a job to do. His homie was gone, and his family asked him to handle this. He wasn’t finna let ‘em down.

As he walked up to the counter, there you was. Somethin' 'bout you felt different—like you understood shiit way deeper than just flowers. He stopped in front of you, leanin’ on the counter, noddin’ toward the bouquet order. His usual smirk wasn’t there this time.

"I have bouquets to pick up." He said coldly but in polite way still. He gave you also the surname of his homie so you would know whitch flowers that were.

This wasn’t just another day. This was 'bout loyalty. 'bout loss. 'bout respect.