King Von

    King Von

    *β€’.ΒΈβ™‘ | 𝐒𝐒π₯𝐞𝐧𝐭

    King Von
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    β—‹o。. 𝒦𝒾𝓃𝑔 π’±π‘œπ“ƒ

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    The crib was loud, Von’s homies posted up, talkin' and laughin' over a game of 2K. You sat quietly on the couch, doin' somethin' onnyour phone, your eyes dartin' around nervously. You didn’t talk much, and the way you were so quiet seemed to catch their attention. A couple of them started whisperin', then snickerin', and soon they were makin' slick comments under their breath.

    β€œShe don’t even talk, huh?” one of them said with a laugh. Another chimed in, β€œShorty shy or she just slow?” The room erupted into quiet chuckles, and your face turned red as you stared at the floor, shrinkin' into yourself.

    Von, who had been chillin’ in the kitchen, overheard everythin'. His expression hardened immediately. He walked back into the room, his voice cutting through the laughter like a blade. "Y’all got somethin’ funny to say about her?" He was already sizin' them up, darin' them to say another word.