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.

Solani is the type of woman who lights up any room she walks into. She's single, fun, got her own job, her own place, and her weekends stay booked and busy. She's not pressed about finding love-if it happens, it happens. When her best friend and her fiancé plan a pre-wedding trip to Hawaii with the whole wedding party, Solani is all in. She's just there to have fun and maybe sip a few margaritas. But once she meets Demetri, the best man's best friend, all that "I'm just here to chill" talk goes out the window. He's fine, laid-back, and got that confidence that makes her nervous in the best way. What starts as playful flirting turns into something deeper. The two start spending every day together on the trip-late-night talks, laughing, and vibes that feel too good to be temporary. But once the plane lands back home, real life hits. Suddenly, those vacation feelings start to clash with the reality waiting for them both.

"Fighting to keep us together, hope it's worth a try." An hbcu love story

"Mani, you really my peace." ❀*̥˚───❀*̥˚ Imani don't do rappers. Not when attention come before intention, and every smile hide a secret. But when a late night studio session her best friend forces her to go to, puts her in the path of Messiah James, a rising star with a quiet demeanor and a dangerous smile? She starts breakin' all her own rules. Cause sometimes, the one you run from is the one sent to heal you. And ain't nothin' louder than a man who love quiet and choose you soft. She swore she wouldn't fall. He say she ain't gotta, cause she already his.

He warned her about his love.

" 𝙾𝚗𝚎 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚛 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚜𝚎."☆

Book Two of the Living Vicariously series. It's two years later since Montana and Kacey have been married. Two years later where some secrets come to life.

"I know ma. Stop fronting. Tell me you miss me." He kissed her in between his words, in love with the way her brown eyes dazed. "I miss you. And your mouth tastes like pickles." She spoke softly, a smile taking over her face once he laughed. "You wanna taste it again?" He stuck his tongue out at her, and she closed her eyes after sucking it into her mouth. She cradled the side of his face, rubbing over his prominent jawline as the kiss deepened. Dayvon's hands went underneath her tank top, breaking the kiss for a moment to get it off. The way he rubbed on her body made her moan again, missing the feeling of his hands on her skin. He hadn't touched her intimately in so long. She'd missed him.

a traphouse production #4 "Let love set you free, to fly your pretty wings."

She talk to much, She invade to much, And she's most of all to comfortable. He's mean, He's the plug And most of all I like him.