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Von leaned back against the couch, his chain glintin' under the dim lights as his eyes locked on you across the room. The tension was thick, unspoken but undeniable, as you stood there in his oversized hoodie, barely coverin' anythin'. He smirked, lickin' his lips as he let his gaze travel, slow and deliberate, makin' it clear what was on his mind.
You moved closer, the air between you electric, and Von didnβt waste a second pullin' you into his lap. His hands gripped your waist, the roughness of his touch sendin' shivers down your spine. "You look so good today, lil girl." His voice was low, his words laced with that signature OβBlock charm, as his lips brushed against your neck. Von wasnβt 'bout to hold backβnot tonight.