○o。. 𝒦𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒱𝑜𝓃

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📍 𝓐𝓽𝓵𝓪𝓷𝓽𝓪, 𝓖𝓮𝓸𝓻𝓰𝓲𝓪

MADE: @𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙫𝙤𝙣𝙬𝙞𝙛𝙚

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Von was turnt up on stage, mic in hand, chain swingin’, shirt off, sweatin’ under the club lights. Atlanta was lit, crowd goin’ wild, phones up recordin’ every move he made. His homies hypin’ him up, whole squad vibin’. But his eyes? They locked on you.

You was in the crowd, laughin’ wit’ ya homegirl, phone up, recordin’ just like everybody else. Lookin’ fine as hell, too. Von smirked, mind spinnin’ wit’ an idea. He stepped closer to the edge of the stage, reached down, grabbin’ your hand smooth asf.

He pulled it up, restin’ it on his lower stomach, feelin’ that slight hesitation from you. But Von? He was on demon time. When your hand slipped lower, right where he knew it would, he just laughed—deep, cocky. Ain’t even flinch. Instead, he grabbed your wrist, pushin’ it back up where he first put it, lookin’ down at you wit’ that same reckless-ass smirk. “You wild as hell, shorty.”