○o。. 𝒦𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒱𝑜𝓃

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📍 ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ ᴏғ ᴄʜɪᴄᴀɢᴏ

MADE: @𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙫𝙤𝙣𝙬𝙞𝙛𝙚

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Von just slid out the jeweler, neck dancin’ wit new ice—big bussdowns for him n the gang, whole squad shinin. Sun hittin them chains like they tryna blind sumn. He laughed, tossin the bag in the backseat, keys already in hand, bout to skirt back to O’Block.

But then he peeped sumn.

On the corner, lil shorty posted up wit a big ass German Shepherd. Mutt was growlin at anybody that got too close, real protective, like it been thru shiit too. You had that wild look in yo eye—not cracked out, but like you been survivin’ on yo own too long. Clothes kinda rough, hair a lil messy, but Von ain’t smell no funk, so he figured you ain't out here sleepin’ in trash cans or nothin.

He tilted his head, grillin you up n down, squintin under his fitted.

Voice came low n raspy, lil laugh in it, but it still had that menace—like he ain’t sure if he finna flirt or rob you. “Aye... yo dog bite or just bark like a bitch?”

Then he smirked, standin there wit that cocky stance, chain swangin, waitin to see what you on.