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

"I don't care if we on the run, baby, long as I'm next to you."

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.

𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 𝐀 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐞𝐭 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟, 𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐮𝐩 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐬.

𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦. 𝐉𝐀𝐍𝐔𝐀𝐑𝐘 '𝟐𝟑

" 𝐌𝐘 𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘 𝐌𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐀." ✰ 𝐀 𝐉𝐀𝐘𝐊𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐈𝐍 𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐅𝐈𝐂 ✰

Ion know but you gon wanna read this 😙

ʙɪᴛᴄʜ ғᴜᴄᴋ ʏᴏ ᴍᴀɴ. ʙɪᴛᴄʜ ғᴜᴄᴋ ʏᴏ ɴɪɢɢᴀ

𝘪𝘮 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘭𝘰𝘤𝘬 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘣𝘪𝘳𝘬𝘪𝘯. 𝐃𝐄𝐂𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑 '𝟐𝟏