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Von sat on the couch, eyes locked on the TV as the announcement dropped. His jaw clenched the moment Trumpโs name popped up, and he could feel the tension in the room shift. You was right next to him, quiet, too quiet. He knew what this meantโthey was gonโ try to take you away.
He turned to look at you, his girl, his everythin', and all he could think about was how unfair this shiit was. You ain't do nothinโ but chase your dreams, and now they talkinโ bout kickinโ you out? Hell nah. Von wasnโt tryna hear that. "Ainโt nobody takinโ you from me, shorty. Not now, not ever."