𝖨 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗆𝖾 𝖾𝗇𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗈𝗍𝗁 𝗈𝖿 𝗎𝗌. 𝖳𝗁𝖺𝗍'𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝗒 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗋𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗆𝖾 𝖨 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗎𝗌. 𝖲𝗈 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎? 𝖶𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘀𝗼 𝗮𝗳𝗿𝗮𝗶𝗱 𝗼𝗳? 𝖥𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝖳𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝖡𝗒 𝖣𝗋𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝖥𝗍 𝖩𝗁𝖾𝗇é 𝖠𝗂𝗄𝗈 ↻ ◁ || ▷ ↺

𝐋𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐧 𝐀𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐢 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐬𝐞 was the kind of girl who followed the rules; soft hearted, quiet, and careful with who she let in. 𝐌𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐥 "𝐒𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐤" 𝐑𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 was the reason people locked their doors at night; charming, feared, and loyal to a world he'd belong to. What started as something simple turned into something raw, all consuming, and unforgettable. He gave her a taste of danger. She gave him something to protect and want to be better for; but love in their collided worlds doesn't come easy. Especially when a thorn meets a rose. 🥇 in bwhm -06/16/25 🥇 in hoodromance- 06/19/25 🥉 in urbanromance- 06/21/25 🥇 in urban- 06/22/25 🥇 in thug- 12/3/25

"𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥..." Poet was used to being the second choice. Actually, she was used to not being chosen at all. The girl blended into the background easily, it had always been that way. Sometimes, passion wasn't enough to put you in the spotlight and she was okay with that. Riot had always carried the weight of his mother's ways on his shoulders. He was the oldest son. The protector. The rock. He never would have thought these things to push him closer than ever to his soulmate. Not when he wasn't even sure what he wanted his own love story to look like. Their love was never expected to be but maybe it was supposed to happen that way. 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝟏 𝐎𝐅 '𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐄' 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒

Hooked onto drugs, no family, no guidance or sanity until she met HIM. Cover Creds: @Triceynexttdoor ❤️ -BLICKY.

Reentry Case 007: Male, 37, assault with intent to kill, parole conditions strict. Not to be left alone with female staff.

For six years, Patrice Loving lived inside a marriage that started like a fairytale and turned into a private kind of hell. Mentally, physically, and emotionally abused by the man who swore he loved her, Patrice learned how to survive by going quiet, hiding her pain, and planning her escape in silence. Pregnant and living with MS, she finally runs in the middle of the night with nothing but the money she stashed and the strength Carmari Davis never realized she still had. Then she lands in the life of Hazel "Menace" Knight a ruthless street nigga who never pretends to be anything other than what he is. Menace doesn't sell Patrice pretty lies or polished promises. What he gives her is harder, rougher, and realer: protection, honesty, and a love that shows up every day for her and the baby she carries. But with Carmari still hunting for the woman he thought he broke, Menace is ready to become every bit of the menace they say he is to make sure Patrice and Halo stay his.

Do you remember who you were, 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞? 'Cause 𝐈 do.

She learned early how to seal things away. Emotion filed down, expression kept neutral, desire folded so neatly it almost disappears. She gives nothing unless it's earned, and even then, only in pieces. Control isn't armor to her, it's instinct. He is cut from the same discipline. Composed, unreadable, careful with what he reveals and even more careful with what he wants. His restraint isn't coldness; it's calibration. He knows exactly how much to show and exactly when to stop. Between them, nothing rushes. It pulls. What lives here is not loud. It's contained. Pressurized. Waiting. Eclipsed moves in shadows , where longing is disciplined, connection is measured, and the most powerful moments happen in what's withheld. In a world that rewards exposure, they choose control, even as the gravity between them threatens to close the distance they've both sworn to keep. Some connections don't demand attention. They draw it in.

"I'll text you.." She said as they pulled away. "Yeah ight. You better." They walked inside the cafeteria together but went separate ways. Anija walked back up to where Kema and Kam were sitting with a goofy smile. "Look at her, happy as hell she got her nigga back.." Kam tapped Kema's knee so she could look up. Anija laughed as she sat back down next to them. "That's my boo forreal.." typical (not so typical) highschool love story 💖

"𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘸𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯' 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯' 𝘸𝘪𝘵' 𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘧𝘰𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘮"