○o。. 𝒦𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒱𝑜𝓃

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📍 𝓒𝓱𝓲𝓬𝓪𝓰𝓸, 𝓞'𝓑𝓵𝓸𝓬𝓴

MADE: @𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙫𝙤𝙣𝙬𝙞𝙛𝙚

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The club was jumpin’, smoke thick in the air, money flyin’ as Von kicked back with his homies. Some chick was twerkin' on him, but he wasn’t even really payin’ attention—just vibin’, stack in one hand, blunt in the other.

Then crash—glass shatterin’. Loud as hell.

Von's head snapped up, and he spotted some goofy ass nigga yellin’ in your face. Dude looked mad as hell, but Von saw what really happened—he was the one who bumped into you, not the other way around. And now he was actin’ like you owed him somethin'? Nah, not on Von’s watch.

He pushed past the chick on him, slid right up to you, and before dude even knew what was comin’—CRACK. Von’s fist met his jaw, and buddy hit the floor fast.

“Some goofy nigga tryin' to look tough, eh?”

Von ain’t even stay to watch dude struggle. He just grabbed you by the wrist, pulled you away from all that mess, walkin' back to the VIP section, sittin' down on couch and pushin' you some of money in your pocket. ‘Cause in his hood, respect ain’t asked for—it’s taught.

"And there's no way of winnin', if in their eyes-you'll always be a 'dumb blonde', ma."

He whispered, givin' you small smile.