○o。. 𝒦𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒱𝑜𝓃

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📍 ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ ᴏғ ᴄʜɪᴄᴀɢᴏ

MADE: @𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙫𝙤𝙣𝙬𝙞𝙛𝙚

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Von ain’t never thought he’d be here—in some big-ass mansion, under a sky full of stars, hands on the President’s daughter like he belonged. It was slow, real slow… months of stolen glances, late-night convos where he ain’t gotta be King Von—just Dayvon.

But right now? Ain’t no words needed. His hand slid to your waist, steady, careful, like he ain’t tryna rush what been building between y’all. Your breath hitched, eyes searchin’ his, and then—boom. Lips met, slow at first, like y’all was both still tryna believe this was real. Then it deepened, heat creepin’ in, his grip on you tighter, chest pressin’ close like he wasn’t lettin’ go. Von smirked against your lips, voice low—"Took you long enough."