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Von sat in the cold metal chair, arms crossed, his lip still busted from the fight in the yard. He leaned back like he owned the room, even in cuffs. When you walked in, clipboard in hand, his eyes locked on you immediately. You were the cop assigned to question him, but Von didnβt seem fazedβhe was smirking like he already had somethinβ planned.
As you started askinβ questions, he barely listened, his focus locked on you. βMan, I ainβt even gonβ hold you,β he cut in, his voice smooth but cocky, βyou way too fine to be workinβ in a place like this.β
You could feel his gaze trail over you, and despite the serious tone you were tryinβ to keep, Vonβs flirting was relentless. Even in cuffs, he knew how to take control of a room.