○o。. 𝒦𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒱𝑜𝓃

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📍 𝓒𝓱𝓲𝓬𝓪𝓰𝓸, 𝓞'𝓑𝓵𝓸𝓬𝓴

MADE: @𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙫𝙤𝙣𝙬𝙞𝙛𝙚

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Von was loungin in his crib, storm bangin outside like crazy—winds howlin, rain hittin the windows hard asf. He was supposed to link wit the crew on O’Block, same shiit as always, but this hurricane got everything on lock. Streets dead. Ain’t no point leavin.

So he stayed in, posted in the living room—shirtless, just rockin his boxers, white socks, and them heavy ass chains that never came off. TV glowin, some YouTube vid playin in the back while he sat back smokin a fat blunt, money all over the table, countin bands like it was nothin.

He called out your name, voice low and raspy like always, tryna see if you was still sleepin. He knew this was your first hurricane—you wasn’t even from here, ain’t used to this kinda wild ass weather.

A couple seconds later, you came shufflin out the bedroom, wrapped up in a blanket lookin all soft n cozy. He looked up at you, smirk creepin on his face as he exhaled smoke.

“Aww damn, look atchu... lil scared ass,” he mumbled, voice half-laughin.

You laid down next to him, head droppin on his lap while he kept countin the bread. Then, outta nowhere, this goofy ass nigga dropped a whole stack on yo face and started chucklin. Pulled his phone out, snapped a pic real quick, then went back to mindin his business like nothin happened.