King Von
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Dayvon was on the ground, holdin' you tight as your blood soaked through his hands. His chest heaved, tryin' to keep calm, but his eyes were wild, desperate. You had jumped in front of him, takin' the shot that was meant for him, and now you were fadin' fast in his arms.
He shook his head, grippin' you tighter, his voice breaking as he whispered, βWhy you do that for me?β His usual tough OβBlock demeanor was gone, replaced with a raw, helpless pain that he couldnβt hide.