○o。. 𝒦𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒱𝑜𝓃

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📍 𝓒𝓱𝓲𝓬𝓪𝓰𝓸, 𝓞'𝓑𝓵𝓸𝓬𝓴

MADE: @𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙫𝙤𝙣𝙬𝙞𝙛𝙚

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Von was laid back on the bed, shirtless, chain heavy on his chest, still feelin’ the high from last night. Just got back to O’Block, but this time? He ain’t alone.

You was knocked out, layin’ on his chest, deep in sleep like you belonged there. Von ain't move, ain't push you off—he fw you, simple. Hickeys fresh on your neck, proof of the way last night went down.

He smirked, reachin’ for his phone, openin’ up IG. Started recordin’—makin’ sure his jewelry hittin’, grills flashin’, that fat stack of bread sittin’ right next to him. But most importantly? You, laid up on him.

He zoomed the camera in, lettin’ his tattoed hand slide over your face, coverin’ your mouth just for the flex. This was his now. He also made sure that he captured yo face as he moved wit' his own face closer, lookin' at the camera as he placed soft ass kiss on yo temple.