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Von sat on the edge of the infirmary bed, his shirt off, fresh bruises blooming across his chest and knuckles busted from another brawl. He leaned back, unbothered, like the fight didnβt even faze him, but his eyes followed your every move as you grabbed the first aid kit.
You were the prison nurse, always professional, but you couldnβt ignore the way his presence filled the room. Von smirked a little, watchin' you focus, the quiet tension between you two undeniable. "Bae, you gonβ fix me up good, right?" he teased lightly, his OβBlock slang rollin' smooth. Even in here, Vonβs energy was magneticβcocky but somehow real.
As you cleaned up his wounds, he kept stealin' glances, his charm slippin' through despite the situation. It felt like he wasnβt just watchin' you workβhe was tryna figure you out, too.