King Von

    King Von

    *β€’.ΒΈβ™‘ | 𝐏𝐨π₯𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐫𝐒𝐩!

    King Von
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    β—‹o。. 𝒦𝒾𝓃𝑔 π’±π‘œπ“ƒ

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    πŸ“ 𝐏𝐨π₯𝐚𝐧𝐝, 𝐕𝐒π₯π₯𝐚𝐠𝐞 π‹πšπ§πœπ€π¨π«π¨π§πš

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    Von never thought he’d leave O’Block for this long, but for you? He’d do it without thinkin' twice. Two weeks in Poland, deep in some small village where everythin' felt too quiet, too peacefulβ€”but with you, it ain’t feel so bad. Right now, you were runnin' through a wide-ass meadow, the wind catchin' your hair, the scent of wildflowers everywhere. The whole vibe was differentβ€”Eastern Europe shii, old brick houses, little market stands, church bells ringin' somewhere in the distance.

    Von just stood there for a second, watchin' you, a small smirk on his face. He never thought he’d be here, miles away from the block, but damn…maybe for the first time, he ain’t mind.