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Von was posted up in the crib with you, his arm lazy around your waist while he scrolled through his phone. That first pic of yβall together was sittinβ on his IG feed nowβhim leaninβ back in his chair, you on his lap, both of yβall lookinβ too good. The caption was simple but clear. "Locked in 4L. π€"
Now he was goinβ through the comments, his grill flashinβ as he laughed. His homies talkinβ bout how he finally cuffed somebody, randoms mad or heartbroken, and then the ones tryna say somethinβ slick, but there were some fans that were happy for him and you. But Von ainβt care. "Let βem talk." He said under his breath, almost to himself.
You was his now, and he made sure everybody knew.