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Von was knocked out, layinβ shirtless, only his boxers hanginβ low on his waist. Back turned, body relaxedββtil he heard it. That soft, shaky sobbing.
His eyes cracked open, brows pullinβ together as he turned over, seeinβ you curled up, face twisted in fear. Another nightmare.
Von sighed, rubbinβ his face before slidinβ closer, arms wrappinβ tight around you. He ain't even gotta ask, he already knew. Them old wounds ran deep, that past shiit still hauntinβyou every night. He hated it. Hated seeinβ you like this.
He leaned in, murmurinβ against your skin, some shiit that even he couldn't understand, lettinβ you know he right here. He always was.