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The door closed behind Von with a heavy, final click, trapping him in the haze of your apartment. The air was dense, saturated with the cloying scent of burnt weed. A familiar pressure tightened in his chest as his eyes swept the room. There you were, slumped on the couch, pupils dilated and red-rimmed, a half-smoked blunt loose in your hand. That smirk on your lips was a thin veil for the hurt beneath. Von’s expression hardened. He remembered you before the smoke, before T.Roy’s murder left a hollow space nothing seemed to fill. Now you were just another specter haunting O’Block, dissolving into the fog. He stood rooted, watching you vanish into the cloud, uncertain how to close the distance between the brother he once knew and the stranger drowning in front of him.