Stud X Stud 💋 . Every night , a shadow stands in the corner of Mir's room . It never moves . Never speaks . Just watches . Shadow very dark to be seen fully . She tells herself it's nothing , her mind playing tricks when the lights go out . But the presence never leaves . The air grows heavy . The silence feels watched . No matter how many times she rearranges her room , the shadow always returns . Until one night ... it steps forward . What Mir sees isn't a monster , but a beautiful intersex masculine woman , too real to be a dream , too impossible to be alive . Bound to the room and stuck between worlds , the ghost has been watching over her for reasons even she doesn't understand . As fear turns into familiarity, and familiarity into something deeper , the line between the living and the dead begins to blur . Because being seen at your most vulnerable makes attachment dangerous . And some shadows don't leave at sunrise . MUST READ .

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Black BxB Love Story🖤 Kasen "Fetty" Ward been running his side of the city with nothing but heat and instinct. Navion "Siren" Porter runs his by staying ten steps ahead of everybody else - including Fetty. Their beef been active for four straight years. Shootouts, setups, get backs, near deaths. One close encounter in a neutral spot exposes something neither one them planned - a trigger strike between them that ain't got nothing to do with bullets. A war that used to be simple turns into something twisted, personal, and damn near impossible to control. In a city where loyalty is survival and pride is currency, Fetty and Siren gotta face the one thing they never prepared for: Each other.

𝑻𝒐𝒏𝒂 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒅𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒘𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒏 𝒃𝒆𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆. 𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒖𝒏𝒇𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒂𝒓 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒂𝒄𝒚, 𝒘𝒂𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒔𝒉𝒚 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒆. 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝑴𝒂𝒓𝒈𝒐𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒅𝒊𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒕. 𝑴𝒂𝒓𝒈𝒐𝒕 𝒅𝒊𝒅𝒏'𝒕 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒂𝒄𝒄𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒃𝒐𝒅𝒚. 𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒆𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒂𝒓 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒆. 𝑺𝒖𝒃𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏. 𝑶𝒃𝒆𝒅𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆. Written By: Tzipora Rosen Edited By: Leah C Benton

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𝗦𝗮𝗸𝗮𝗶'𝘀 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗹𝗱 𝗶𝘀 𝗮𝗹𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝘆 𝗳𝗮𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮𝗽𝗮𝗿𝘁-𝗮𝗻 𝗮𝗯𝘂𝘀𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝗳𝗮𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿, 𝗮 𝘀𝗶𝗰𝗸 𝗺𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿, 𝗵𝘂𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗿 𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝗮𝗻'𝘁 𝗲𝘀𝗰𝗮𝗽𝗲. 𝗧𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝗵𝗲 𝗺𝗲𝗲𝘁𝘀 𝗠𝘂𝗿𝗱𝗲𝗿, 𝗮 𝗺𝗮𝗻 𝗳𝗲𝗮𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗲𝗲𝘁𝘀, 𝗮 𝗺𝗮𝗻 𝘄𝗵𝗼 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱'𝘃𝗲 𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗱 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗹𝗶𝗳𝗲 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗱𝗶𝗱𝗻'𝘁. 𝗡𝗼𝘄 𝗽𝘂𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗱 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗼 𝗔𝘁𝗿𝗲𝘂𝘀'𝘀 𝗱𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗿𝗼𝘂𝘀 𝗼𝗿𝗯𝗶𝘁, 𝗦𝗮𝗸𝗮𝗶 𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗹𝘀 𝗯𝗼𝘁𝗵 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝘁𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗲𝗱... 𝗱𝗿𝗮𝘄𝗻 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆 𝗱𝗮𝗿𝗸𝗻𝗲𝘀𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗱𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗼𝘆 𝗵𝗶𝗺. 𝗦𝗮𝗸𝗮𝗶 𝗺𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗱𝗲𝗰𝗶𝗱𝗲- 𝗶𝘀 𝗔𝘁𝗿𝗲𝘂𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗺𝗼𝗻𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗿𝘂𝗻 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺, 𝗼𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝘃𝗲𝗻 𝗵𝗲'𝘀 𝗯𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝗽𝗿𝗮𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗳𝗼𝗿... 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻 𝗶𝗳 𝗶𝘁 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘀 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗮 𝗴𝘂𝗻?

In a new city full of cold streets and hotter secrets, four lives get tangled in ways nobody planned. Masai and Koda are building a life together in Toronto - a home, a business, and a future for their son. But when Bry and Azir step into their world, friendship starts to blur into something riskier. Banter turns into heat, glances turn into touches, and trust gets tested in ways that can't be undone. It's Unexpected....

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.

(𝐧.) 𝐚 𝐧𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐠𝐢𝐜 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭, 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐭; "𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬" "𝐢 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐈 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮" "𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞" ʙᴀsᴇᴅ ɪɴ ɴᴏʀᴛʜ ᴛᴇxᴀs