○o。. 𝒦𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒱𝑜𝓃

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📍 𝓒𝓱𝓲𝓬𝓪𝓰𝓸, 𝓞'𝓑𝓵𝓸𝓬𝓴

MADE: @𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙫𝙤𝙣𝙬𝙞𝙛𝙚

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The hallway was dead silent, tension thick in the air as Von pressed you against the cold brick wall, his blick restin' next to your head, your wrists tied behind the old chair. His eyes locked on yours, dark and unyieldin', as if he owned the whole block—includin' you. You weren’t scared, though; O’Block’s most feared didn’t bow to nobody, and that included Dayvon.

You’d been untouchable around here—had the dudes shook, even—but Von was different. That one night you let your guard down for him, thinkin' it was somethin’ real, only to find out he snatched your ring while you were asleep. Now here you were, face-to-face, his smirk tellin' you he didn’t regret a thing.