placidity [ pluh-sid-i-tee ] noun. a calm or peaceful quality; tranquillity; serenity

𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝟏 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭!

"𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐄 𝐀 𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑. 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐈𝐍' 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐀 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐑."

"Was lucky as hell you fucking a goat, I learned my lesson I'm taking it slow" -King Von

"Get the fuck away from me!" she snapped, trying to shove past him, but he caught her wrist with ease, yanking her right back. "Nah, ma," he murmured, tilting his head, eyes locked on hers like he was studying every little reaction. "You ain't happy to see me?" She swung at him. Hard. The slap echoed through the bathroom, her palm stinging from the impact. His face barely turned, but that smirk never left. If anything, it grew. "Awww, you mad?" He licked his lips, his gaze dragging over her like he was enjoying every second of this. "Damn, you look sexy as fuck when you mad." Tsunami felt her stomach twist in fury. "Fuck you, Dayvon," she spat, using his real name with pure venom. "You lied to me. You used me. You killed my father." His expression didn't change. Didn't flinch. He just looked at her. Calm. Confident. Like she still belonged to him. "I told you before, ma," he said lowly, stepping closer, forcing her back against the counter. "You mine. Ain't no distance, no time, no nigga gon' change that. So you can be mad all you want-yell, scream, slap me again if it make you feel better. But that don't change shit." Tsunami Corletti's new roommate is dark, dangerous, and hiding more than she could ever guess. Drawn to his secrets, she finds herself torn between her instincts as a mafias daughter and an undeniable attraction to the man she knows she shouldn't trust. But as she gets closer, Tsunami realizes she's in deeper than she ever intended-because her roommate isn't just a mystery; he's the city's most wanted kingpin. 2/8/25 Cover by the lovely: Zariyahjnovelty