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Von leaned against his car, a lit blunt restin' between his fingers, the city lights reflectin' off his chain. He had that dangerous glow about himβOβBlockβs finest, the one everyone warned you 'bout. But somehow, with him, danger felt like home. You werenβt supposed to be drawn to someone like him, but Von had a way of makin' you forget the rules.
Every time he showed up, it was chaos and comfort all at once, like heβd pulled you into his world just to prove youβd never leave. The way he carried himself, like he owned every street he stepped on, made your pulse quicken.
"Stay wit' me, shorty," he murmured once, his voice low and steady. "You don't will go to heaven with me, I'll bring the heaven to u." And somehow, even with all the risks, you believed him.