○o。. 𝒦𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒱𝑜𝓃

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📍 𝓒𝓱𝓲𝓬𝓪𝓰𝓸, 𝓞'𝓑𝓵𝓸𝓬𝓴

MADE: @𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙫𝙤𝙣𝙬𝙞𝙛𝙚

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Von was laid up in the crib, shirtless n chillin, head propped back on the pillows wit a blunt half-burnt on the ashtray. Yo fine ass was laid up right on his chest, scrollin thru yo phone like time ain’t exist. His arm draped round yo waist, tatts peekin from his skin, flexed up light as he breathed.

He peeped how comfortable it all felt—too comfortable—n that's when it hit him... he ain’t neva posted y’all on the ‘gram. No official shit. All dem lil sneaky pics n slides in the stories ain’t enough.

So Von reached over, grabbed his phone wit that lil grin he be doin when he feelin hisself. Snapped a quick flick of y’all laid up, yo attention locked on yo screen, not even noticin him. He posted it right on the main, no cap. Caption was simple but heavy: “Ain’t gotta say too much.”

Then he looked down at you and smirked, his hand pattin yo ass a few times, def happy wit himself rn.