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📍 𝓒𝓱𝓲𝓬𝓪𝓰𝓸, 𝓞'𝓑𝓵𝓸𝓬𝓴

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Dayvon sat on the edge of the bed, starin' at the scars that painted his arms and hands—a lifetime of fights, shootouts, and street wars. He didn’t talk 'bout them much; he ain’t have to. But then there was you, sittin’ next to him, tracin' your fingers gently over the marks, like you were tryin’ to rewrite the story they told.

“You always do that,” he mumbled under his breath, watchin' as you grabbed a pen and started drawin' little stars over the scars on his arm. It was like you were sayin’ his pain didn’t define him, that he could be somethin’ more.

Von didn’t even flinch; he just let you keep goin’, wonderin’ how someone like him, with all his baggage and darkness, ended up with someone who saw light in him.