King Von

    King Von

    *β€’.ΒΈβ™‘ | 𝐔 𝐜𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝

    King Von
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    β—‹o。. 𝒦𝒾𝓃𝑔 π’±π‘œπ“ƒ

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    πŸ“ 𝓒𝓱𝓲𝓬π“ͺ𝓰𝓸, π“ž'𝓑𝓡𝓸𝓬𝓴

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    Dayvon stood there, jaw tight, his eyes cutting into you like he was trying to hold back the storm brewing inside. He didn’t yell, didn’t snapβ€”he just stared, that calm-before-the-storm energy that made the whole room feel heavy.

    After a long moment, he shook his head, his voice low and cold. β€œSo, this what u do rn, lil b$tch?” was all he said, leaving the weight of his words hanging in the air for you to answer.