Wildermorona
𝐙𝐈𝐎𝐍
Two years have passed since Zion made his decision and kissed Ameri before being shipped off for his first Army duty.
He didn't have a choice about leaving.
But that kiss?
No explanation needed. That was him letting his actions say what needed to be said.
𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐈
Now 20 years old, a college dropout, he got himself caught up in the same life Zion warned him about-the exact shit he said Ameri wasn't built for.
And that kiss?
Ameri didn't think nothing of it.
It never even crossed his mind that all the attention, the way Zion always watched over him, shielded him, and pushed him toward school, was anything more than normal.
To him, that was just Zion being Zion-always looking out for him more than anybody else.
So the kiss didn't make him think anything. To him, it was just an "I'ma miss you, lil bro."
Never once did it cross his mind that the foundation had been building towards that moment.
But to Zion, that kiss was the definition. That was it. It was official-a decision already made.
Something that didn't need to be explained.
𝗡𝗼𝘄 𝗭𝗶𝗼𝗻'𝘀 𝗯𝗮𝗰𝗸.
Car sitting in the middle of the hood, posted in front of Ameri's place like he didn't graduate top of his class at Harvard and join the Army. Waiting for none other than Ameri.
Zion came back knowing Ameri was already his.
But Ameri never even knew he'd been taken.
His innocence, his lack of awareness of intent, and the way he moves too friendly with everyone is clearly a problem. It didn't just catch up to him now-it will keep catching up to him.
And he's about to learn that Zion doesn't play those games.