"𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐞"

tell me your secrets, the things that make you tick i like when you talk, because your voice is angelesque...

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❝ Numi and Briah stumble across a mysterious man in Miami, and as they grow closer, they discover the hidden battles and secrets he's been fighting. ❞ Published- Feb 9th, 2025 Finished- Aug 30th, 2025 Rankings🏅: 🥇in rappers 🥇in gxgxb 🥇in freaky 🥈in blackromance 🥈in undercover 🥉in polo g

They didn't end up in the same space on purpose. Brooklynn is the quiet type. Not shy... just tired. Tired in the "life been heavy for a while now" way. He minds his business, goes to work, comes home, and keeps his world small because that's how he breathes. Azyir is the opposite. Loud, funny, always in motion. ADHD running the wheel every day. Talks so much he forgets to say what he really means. Laughs loud so nobody asks if he's okay. They sit in the same trig class at their HBCU, but they don't talk. They don't dislike each other either. They just... live in two different worlds. Messiah Markell is their professor. Older, calm, strict in the quiet way that makes people sit up straighter. He owns a club downtown called Desirable, but in class he keeps everything controlled. He doesn't like watching people drown in silence or noise. He sees them both slipping. Not failing. Slipping. So he tells them to stay after class. Every day. Not for tutoring. Not for discipline. Just to sit, breathe, work, or not work. A room where nobody has to force themselves to be "okay." And somehow, without anybody planning it... The quiet one. The loud one. And the man who teaches them how to stay. Start learning how to need each other. Not in a fast way. Not in a dramatic way. In the way real connections happen: Slow glances. Shared exhaustion. Walking home together because home doesn't feel safe tonight. Sitting in silence that doesn't hurt. Being seen without having to explain. This is a story about: Black boy rest. Soft dominance. Messy feelings. Learning how to stay present. No fake deep. No forced love. Just real people figuring out how to breathe.

"𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐟 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐰, 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐢𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞?"

Every time I try to close the door, you knock and I let you in Loving you is my greatest sin...