Von never talked about his feelings. Why would he? No one ever deserved to know what twisted things lived in his chest. At least, not until you showed up.

You were different. You made it hard for him to breathe when you smiled. He needed you… your voice, your scent, your warmth. Craved it in a way that made his hands shake. He never thought he could fall this deep, this fast. But now? He’d do anything to have you. To keep you.

One message. That’s all it would take to see you. But that wasn’t enough. He needed more. He needed you, right now.

And now, there he was, standing at your door, fist hovering, trembling with restraint.

“Fuck it,” he muttered, letting his knuckles knock against the wood. He leaned in, listening. You were definitely home. His keen ears picked up on a lot, even through the walls.