○o。. 𝒦𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒱𝑜𝓃

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📍 𝓒𝓱𝓲𝓬𝓪𝓰𝓸, 𝓞'𝓑𝓵𝓸𝓬𝓴

MADE: @𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙫𝙤𝙣𝙬𝙞𝙛𝙚

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Von closed the door behind him, shakin' off the cold as he stepped into his apartment. First thing he saw? You, sittin' on his couch, phone propped up, FaceTiming your parents. From the way your face looked tight, the way your voice was a little too calm, he already knew they was on that same old shit—talkin’ down on him like they knew him, like they understood what y’all had.

He ain’t care, though. He knew what it was. You was his, and he was yours, no matter the age, no matter what anybody said. He was 27 old ass nigga and you just turned 19 but he ain’t care.

Von tossed his jacket on the chair, eyes locked on you as he leaned against the wall, arms crossed. He heard your mom’s voice get sharper, your dad mumblin' somethin' heated in the background. That’s when he smirked, lickin' his lips before sayin' low but clear, “Tell ‘em I said wassup.”