「"𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐨𝐫, 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐛𝐨𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐲𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫"」 ── ❝ 'You like being hunted, don't you, little thing?' he said. 'You like knowing you drag the fucking monster out of me just by breathing.' ❞ ── Cyril Roosevelt doesn't belong at L'Académie Sainte-Marie-a prestigious Parisian university for the rich and powerful. He's poor. Shy. Soft. The scholarship student that nobody takes seriously. But someone is watching him. He starts getting gifts. Blood red roses with no sender. Handwritten letters calling him his little mouse. Messages from an unknown number that seem to know exactly where he is. Exactly what he's wearing. Exactly how fast his heart is beating. And then there's Deimos King. The mafia prince everyone fears. The monster Cyril can't outrun. But what scares Cyril most isn't Deimos's reputation. It's the way Deimos looks at him. Like he owns him. Like he's been waiting for him. The walls close in when Cyril receives an invitation to a secluded mansion. Masked faces, and a Halloween party that feels more like a trap. 𝐎𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 has a name. And it's coming for him.

And in that moment, I realized something that I've always known deep down in my heart. I finally understand why my eyes would always cling to him in a room, why my mood would always lighten up whenever he was around, why my world brightened up when I met him- why the sun shined brighter, trees and grass were greener, flowers smelled better. Why he makes my world more beautiful simply by existing in it. It's because I'm in love with him. The type of love that you never knew existed until you finally experience it yourself, the type of love that's hard to put into words because it's a love you've never had for anyone else. And never will. - JAMISON MACK ... And in which, Jamison Mack drunkly kisses his very much in love bestfriend, Hayden Zhang. Shouldn't be much of a problem, they both agree to forget about it. It was a drunken mistake. Nothing more, nothing less. One problem, neither of them can stop thinking about it. What could go wrong? Or in simpler words, a chaotic bisexual pro basketball player who's in love with his playboy footballer bestfriend. highest rankings #1 - interracialbxb #1 - maybesmut #1 - collegebasketball #2 - collegefootball #2 - interracialbxb #3 - lgbtq #3 - interracialbxb #7 - gayromance #13 - interracialbxb

ʙᴏʏ ʏᴏᴜ ʟᴏᴏᴋ sᴏ ɢᴏᴏᴅ, ɪᴛ's ᴛᴏ ᴅɪᴇ ғᴏʀ(ᴅɪᴇ ғᴏʀ,ғɪʀᴇ). ᴏᴏʜ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴘᴜssʏ ɢᴏᴏᴅ, ɪᴛ's ᴛᴏ ᴅɪᴇ ғᴏʀ (ɪ'ᴍ ᴏɴ ғɪʀᴇ). ғᴏʀᴍᴀʟʟʏ ᴋɴᴏᴡɴ ᴀs ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴇᴀʀᴅ, ᴀɴ ᴏɴᴇsʜᴏᴛ ᴛᴜʀɴᴇᴅ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴀ sʜᴏʀᴛ sᴛᴏʀʏ. ʙᴀsᴇᴅ ɪɴ ᴄʜɪᴄᴀɢᴏ 📍

ᴅᴏᴡɴ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ʀɪᴅᴇ. ᴅᴏᴡɴ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ʀɪᴅᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴍᴇ ᴀɴʏᴡʜᴇʀᴇ. ɪ ʜᴏᴘᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪʟʟ, ɪ ʜᴏᴘᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪʟʟ, ɪ ʜᴏᴘᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪʟʟ. ʙᴀsᴇᴅ ɪɴ ᴄʜɪᴄᴀɢᴏ

Arlo lives under constant pressure, doing his best to hold things together while caring for his 16-year-old sister Moniece and navigating a home shaped by their mother's addiction. When a crisis at home disrupts what little stability he has, Arlo is forced to take on even more responsibility than he ever expected. Cartier's life is shaped by risky choices and misplaced trust, until one night changes everything. Arlo, working a late shift at a gas station, steps in at a critical moment and gets him the help he needs. That single act connects their lives in unexpected ways, setting the stage for a bond that grows deeper as both men struggle with loyalty, survival, and the possibility of something more.

Leah thought she had outgrown the chapter of her life tied to two men she once loved and the streets they belonged to. Back then, trust unraveled quickly. When Leah became convinced Qez had been unfaithful and watched Keith choose loyalty to his friend over her, she made the only choice that felt safe and walked away. Four years later, fate pulls them back together at a car show. Qez is fresh out of prison, harder around the edges but still carrying the weight of what he lost. Keith is newly back in town, calmer, smarter, and hiding truths that never had the chance to come out before. Old wounds resurface. Unspoken desires ignite. And the lines between past and present blur when Leah realizes the story she ran from may not be the truth she believed. Some loves don't fade. Some bonds were never meant to be broken. And some hearts were always meant to be shared.

" 𝐈 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐈 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠,𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲,𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐈 𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐝. 𝐈 𝐚𝐥𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐮𝐭 𝐚 𝐩𝐞𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞." 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐃 : 𝐀𝐏𝐑 𝟐𝟎𝐓𝐇 𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐃 : ??

"ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʀᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ᴏʀ ᴄᴏɴɴᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴊᴀʟɪꜱᴄᴏ ᴄᴀʀᴛᴇʟ?" "ɴᴏ ᴏꜰꜰɪᴄᴇʀ." "ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴅᴏᴇꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴛᴇᴄᴛᴏʀ ꜱᴀʏ? "ɴᴏ ᴏꜰꜰɪᴄᴇʀ." ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ 𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘭𝘺𝘯 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘎𝘦𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘪𝘢 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘩 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘣𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱, 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘩 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦. 𝘼 @𝙥𝙨𝙨𝙮𝙥𝙧𝙣𝙩 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙙𝙪𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣

The 𝘀𝗶𝗹𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲. Sometimes loud. Sometimes unbearable. Silence held secrets. Right now. Silence felt... Cold. Heavy-Too heavy. It held a sign. A sign of 𝗿𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗶𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻.

when a sociopath and incubus start to fall in love, it's a match made in hell.