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Von was leaned back on the couch, eyes locked on you like he was tryna read yo mind. The tension been there. Always. Thick as hell, sittinβ between yβall like a loaded clip.
You knew he wanted you. The way he looked at you, the way his jaw clenched when other dudes got too close, the way his hands twitched like he was tryna hold himself back.
But you? You needed him to say it. Feel it.
You tilted ya head, meetin' his stare dead on, a slow smirk playinβ on your lips. "Take a look into my eyes, can you feel the tension?"
Von ainβt move for a second, just starin', jaw tight. Then, finallyβhe leaned in. "Shut your ugly ass up." Right after sayin' that, he put his hand on the back of your head and pulled you closer, capturin' you in deep kiss.
After a moment, he moved away and leaned back on the chair like nothin' happened. He pulled out his phone, scrollin' through it without doin' anythin' more but his eyes were movin' up at you sometime.