"ɪ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴍʏ ʜᴜꜱʙᴀɴᴅ, ʙᴜᴛ ɪ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴏʀᴇ."

If you cool with the shit baby then it's on you

"𝒍𝒆𝒕'𝒔 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒑 𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒍𝒆𝒕'𝒔 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒚..." - 𝗻𝗼𝘂𝗻 𝗲𝘅·​𝗶𝗹𝗲: 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐯𝐨𝐥𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐚𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐨𝐧𝐞'𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐲 𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞

𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘴 bro·ken ha·los (noun) 1a: remnants of innocence cracked by experience 1b: a poetic way to describe goodness that's been through hell but still glows 2: people who've fallen, failed, or hurt - yet somehow remain soft 3: symbols of resilience; flawed saints trying to find their way back to light

The Rose that Grew in Evergreen is a cautionary tale of love, loyalty, and survival. It follows twenty-four-year-old nursing student Makayla "Kay" Rose Allen and twenty-eight-year-old Christopher "Chris" Maurice Brown, a notorious drug dealer, as they navigate life and finding love within the concrete borders of the Evergreen Gardens Housing Development. Kay's dream has always been to escape Evergreen and build a life untouched by its chaos. But when her world changes overnight, she begins to wonder if she was ever meant to leave... or if the roots she'd planted were already too deep. "They say nothing good ever grows in Evergreen Gardens... well they just ain't ever seen what bloomed through its cracks..."

How could one night of harmless celebration create a whirlwind of trouble and change his life as he's known it? I guess, What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas.

"If a tree falls in a forest and no one's around to hear it, does it make a sound?" "Yes." "How?" She asked as she looked at him. "No one heard it." "Does sound require a listener to exist?" -------- A story about love, loss, and finding your person.

He leaned back, looking at her face again before his fingers slid under her chin, lifting it so she had no choice but to meet his eyes. "You love me." He said, shaking his head in mock sympathy. "& that's the most reckless thing you could've ever done." His grip tightened slightly under her jaw, not hard enough to hurt, just enough to remind her that he could. His thumb grazed her jaw, slower this time, respectful almost. "Love doesn't make me weak, baby. It makes me more dangerous. Because I love you back, meaning I now have something to lose." He leaned in until his lips hovered just above hers, their breath mingling. "& I don't like that. Not having shit to lose is what kept me untouchable, now I got a weakness & now we gotta die holding hands because you ain't doing this shit without me & I ain't doing it without you. So, Naytiri, you sure you wanna bleed for me?"

𝙨𝙖𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙩𝙞𝙚 𝙭 𝙘𝙝𝙧𝙞𝙨 𝙗𝙧𝙤𝙬𝙣. ❦ | 𝐔𝐑𝐁𝐀𝐍 𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 . ᶜʰʳⁱᵃᵐᵒⁿᵗᵉ ʳᵉᵃˡ ᵍʰᵉᵗᵗᵒ 𝐌𝐘 𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐒𝐈𝐍 is a haunting, slow burn descent into the kind of love that feels more like a loaded gun than a safe place to land. Set in the shadows of Los Angeles, where palm trees line the blocks but can't cover up the sirens, body bags & trauma, it follows the twisted, all consuming bond between two souls, two victims of life's circumstances, too damaged to love right, but too addicted to let go. This ain't ALL fiction. It's the unfiltered truth of what happens when love turns toxic, when passion is laced with pain, & when walking away could save your life, but staying feels like the only way to breathe. It's about being hooked on someone who breaks you in pieces, slowly, until you don't even recognize your own reflection. What makes it worse for them? The violence didn't just live outside their door. Both were born into a family war where colors, street names, & grudges were damn near inherited. Their love was always a risk, always a target. They tried to escape it, to build something that didn't echo their past with one other, but still, the pain followed. Loss piled up. Friends, family, pieces of themselves, until even love felt like another battlefield. The streets never really let go of their past. Not when last names are triggers. Not when loyalty is life or death. In this story, heartbreak isn't some poetic lifetime script, it's violent & real. Mental peace is a luxury, & the heart's pull feels more like a curse than a blessing. 𝐌𝐘 𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐒𝐈𝐍 is for the ones who loved past the red flags, stayed through the damage, & bled for a connection that was never safe to begin with. It's violent. Tender. Fucked up. But it's honest.