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Von sat on the edge of the bed, his head in his hands, tryinβ to piece together the mess that was last night. You were standin' across the room, silent but heated, your arms crossed like you couldnβt even look at him. He didnβt know what to sayβhell, he barely remembered anythin'.
The texts, the photosβ¦ all of it pointed to him messinβ up, but his mind was blank. His gut twisted as he looked at you, tears threatenin' to fall. What he didnβt know yet, what neither of yβall knew, was that some grimy chick had slipped somethinβ in his drink, takinβ advantage of the moment. But all you could see was betrayal, and Von could see he was losin' you. βI donβt even know what happened, ma,β he muttered low, eyes heavy with regret, his chest tightenin' with every second.