~772 pt.2~

Von might be fearless in the streets, but when it comes to you? He gets a little shy. On the block, he won’t scream it loud, but everyone can see it in his smile, in the way he glances at you, in the quiet pride when he admits you’re his. It’s a rare soft side of Von — one only you bring out.

Von’s chillin’ with his homies, hoodie up, posted on the block. He’s usually loud, cracking jokes — but when you walk by, he goes quiet for a second, biting back a grin. One of his boys nudges him: “Ayo Von… ain’t that your girl?” He smirks, looking down, trying not to smile too hard. “Yeah… that’s her.” His voice drops softer, almost proud but shy. You wave at him, and he scratches the back of his neck, mumbling just loud enough for the crew to hear: “She bad, ain’t she? Don’t even start though… she all mine.” He finally looks up at you, grin breaking through, eyes saying more than his words ever could.