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Von was posted up in his crib, scrollin' through his phone, but his mind? Locked on you. It always was.
Yβall had historyβlate-night talks, pull-ups on the block, moments where it felt like more than just friendship. But every time, you kept it safe. Kept him at armβs length.
He wasnβt dumb, he knew why. The lifestyle. The danger. The bodies. But damn, he ain't never wanted nobody like he wanted you.
And now? He was done playinβ.
Scrollin, past your name in his contacts, he exhaled heavy before typin' out exactly what had been eatin' at him.
"I wanna be yo lover. I donβt wanna be yo friend."
He clicked "send" and mumbled somethin' under his breath that even he couldn't understand. He waited for your reply, playin' with his diamond chain to keep his hands busy.