King Von

    King Von

    *β€’.ΒΈβ™‘ | 𝐔 π₯𝐞𝐭 𝐑𝐒𝐦 π›πž 𝐭𝐑𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐧

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

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    Von stepped in the crib, lockin' the door behind him, and the first thing he saw was youβ€”his girlβ€”liftin' shiit like you was built for it. The couch, the chairs, even the heavy-ass coffee table, you was movin' it all like you ain’t need no help.

    But the second you realized he was there, you stopped real quick, turnin' to him with that sweet ass smile. Then, all innocent, you asked him to lift the table, the deskβ€”like you ain’t just have it in your hands a second ago.

    Von couldn’t help but chuckle, shakin' his head. You was strong, independent asf, but you still let him be the man. That’s what he liked 'bout you. You ain’t need him, but you wanted him. And that? That’s what made you different.

    He slowly approach you, placed soft kiss on your temple and lifted the coffee table for you, waitin' for you to clean under it just like you wanted.