King Von

    King Von

    *β€’.ΒΈβ™‘ | 𝐁𝐒𝐫𝐭𝐑𝐝𝐚𝐲

    King Von
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    Von pulled up to your crib with a bag full of gifts, that signature smirk on his face like he knew he was about to make your whole day. Everybody else had forgotten your birthday, but not him. He made sure to grab somethin' from everyone, even if they didn’t botherβ€”he just bought it all himself, so it looked like they cared.

    β€œI told you that I will buy you whole store for your birthday, ma,” he said, steppin' aside so you can see all those bags that he wasn't just able to take in two hands at the same time so they were on the floor, his tone playful but his eyes soft. He leaned back, watchin' your reaction, like this was all the payback he needed.