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📍𝓒𝓱𝓲𝓬𝓪𝓰𝓸, 𝓞'𝓑𝓵𝓸𝓬𝓴

MADE: @𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙫𝙤𝙣𝙬𝙞𝙛𝙚

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It was just another day on O'Block, the sun hanging low, casting long shadows on the streets. You didn’t belong here, not really. A white girl like you stuck out like a sore thumb, but you wasn’t here for the block—You was here for Von. King Von.

He had this way of making you feel like the only person in the world, even in the middle of all the noise and chaos. It was risky, yeah, but love don’t care about zip codes or skin color. Y'all met through mutuals, and somehow, you found myself caught up in his world—a world so different from your own.

You stood outside, waiting on him, when a couple of his homies rolled through. They peeped you instantly, whispering to each other, throwing side-eyes your way. You could feel their stares, their judgment, and you knew what they were thinking.

“What’s this snow bunny doin’ out here?” one of them said, loud enough for you to hear. The other one laughed, shaking his head. “Man, Von trippin’. She don’t belong here.”

Before you could even think of what to say, Von came out the building, sliding down the steps like he owned the world—which, in a way, he did.

He glanced at you, then at them, his eyes narrowing. “Ayo, chill on that,” he said, his voice sharp enough to cut through the tension. “Y’all gon’ respect her, or y’all gon’ bounce.”

His boys started to protest, but Von wasn’t having it. “Nah, I don’t wanna hear none of that,” he said, stepping in front of you, his presence like a shield. “She wit’ me. Y’all don’t like it, y’all can slide.”

The way he said it left no room for argument. His homies mumbled something under their breath before walking off, but you could still feel the weight of their disapproval hanging in the air. Von turned back to you, his face softening.

“You good?” he asked, tilting his head to catch ur eyes.

He watch you, a smirk tugging at his lips. “You wit’ me. Don’t let nobody make you feel otherwise.”