Tangled Hearts full of Wounded Souls

Plot- Where it began

Main Characters!!!!

This is destiny hill the main protagonist💅

Height: 5'7
Age: 23
Background: Jamaican

This is Khalil king 👑
Hight: 6'5
Age:29
Background: Puerto Rican, Moroccan and Italian

The following story contains mature themes ⚠️.

I will sometimes put a warning at the beginning of chapters ,but it matters how explicit it is. It will include but not limited to;

Violence.

Sexual content.

Foul Language .

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Without further ado

-Tangled hearts full of wounded souls-

Song: The Hills by The Weekend

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CHAPTER 1

Destiny

"Girl, loosen up," Mayha urged, nudging me playfully.
"Have a few drinks," Sage added with a mischievous grin.

I hesitated, feeling a little out of my element. "Guys, you know this isn't really my thing," I protested.

"Yeah, we know," they chimed in unison, their laughter infectious. "Now drink up!" Mayha squealed.

Reluctantly, I took a shot of tequila. Then another. And another. Warmth bloomed in my chest, and my head started to buzz. Before I knew it, they were dragging me to the dance floor. Honestly, these girls might just be the death of me.

Suddenly, The Hills by The Weeknd poured through the speakers, and something shifted. Maybe it was the tequila. Maybe it was the music. Or maybe, for once, I just didn't care. My body responded instinctively, moving to the rhythm, alive in a way I hadn't felt in ages.

Work? Success? All those worries melted away as I swayed under the flashing lights.

Then I felt him.

Strong arms wrapped around me from behind, pulling me closer. My first instinct was to push him away, but some small, rebellious part of me whispered, Just let go.

His movements matched mine perfectly. I hadn't even turned to see his face, but I could tell he was fit—his rock-solid chest pressed against my back, his touch surprisingly steady. His hands rested on my hips, and to my surprise, I didn't pull away.

As the lyrics filled the room, I found myself lost in the tension between us:

"I only call you when it's half-past five,
The only time that I'll be by your side..."

A grin spread across my face as I felt his grip tighten. Emboldened, I let my inner Caribbean flair take over, my hips rolling with a seductive confidence. His body pressed closer, and I could feel his arousal, but instead of freezing, I leaned into it. My heartbeat quickened, and every nerve in my body seemed to hum.

The air around us was charged. It felt as if the crowd had disappeared, leaving only the two of us in this electrifying bubble. I was no longer the reserved girl who had hesitated to take a shot; I was someone else entirely.

When the song ended, I turned to face him.

He was breathtaking.

At least 6'5", with broad shoulders and a well-defined physique, he radiated confidence. His white button-up shirt stretched over his muscular frame, the crisp fabric accentuating every detail. Black slacks completed the look, tailored to perfection.

( His outfit)

But it was his eyes that held me captive—light brown, warm and inviting, like the golden hues of wheat fields swaying in a gentle breeze. His tanned skin glowed under the dim lights, his sharp jawline and full lips completing the picture. A single strand of jet-black hair fell across his forehead, complementing his perfectly faded haircut.

He leaned down, his warm breath brushing against my ear. "Why did you stop?" he murmured, his voice low and tantalizing.

I froze, my thoughts scrambling. A shy smile crept onto my lips. "Are you thirsty? Let me grab you a drink."

The truth was, I was thirsty too—but not for water.

He smiled knowingly, and as he walked away toward the bar, I watched him, still caught in a daze. The moment felt surreal, like I had stepped into someone else's life.

Just as I started toward him, I noticed another woman heading his way. Stunning and confident, she made a beeline for him. I couldn't blame her. He was magnetic.

She reached out to touch his arm, but he barely spared her a glance. Instead, he turned with two drinks in hand, walking straight back to me. As he wrapped his arm around my waist, I caught the fiery glare the woman shot my way.

Her jealousy was palpable, and while a small part of me felt smug, I mostly felt lucky. The connection between us felt tangible, even though I'd just met him.

"You didn't have to come back," I teased, raising an eyebrow.

He smirked, handing me my drink. "Oh, I think I did."

His gaze lingered on me, and I could feel my cheeks heat under his attention. Whatever this was, it felt intoxicating, and for the first time in a long time, I didn't feel the need to overthink it.

The night stretched ahead of us, brimming with possibilities. For once, I was ready to dive into the unknown.

Sorry y'all this be hella short...this is my first story so don't come for me if it sucks excuse my spelling..
I hope you enjoy tho😉PS.There won't always be photos.