After moving to Chicago to start a new life, Sveya isn't looking for nothing beyond a fresh start. Between church, school, and learning how to exist without losing herself, her life feels limited...until she meets Solomon.

"Solè, why'd you stay?" "Because, Zaire... you the first thing that ever felt worth staying for." ❀ 🝳 ❀ Harlem held the noise. Solè gave Zaire the quiet. Zaire Knox, Harlem's quiet storm, known for his ties to the streets and a gaze that read people faster than they could lie to him. Respected. Feared. Loved. With scars buried deeper than his tattoos, he never planned to love soft. Until a Harlem vinyl shop left behind by his late grandfather forces him to slow down, to breathe, to find his real purpose in the world beyond the streets. Solè Sinclair, soft but unbreakable, raised by her father after loss. By day, she serves warmth behind the counter of a café. By night, she disappears into her art, trying to paint the parts of herself no one ever sees. When their worlds cross, the city shifts. What starts off tense and unexpected turns tender. Together, they learn love can hold you just as fierce as the streets ever did, and softer, too. But love in Harlem always asks one question: what are you willing to risk when the heart wants more than the streets ever offered? A Harlem story. A hood love. A soft place to land. ❀ 🝳 ❀

❛𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒆?❜ he asked, voice low like it wasn't meant for nobody but her. 𝒛𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐡 didn't speak, just tilted her head a little and stepped in close. she traced one of the tattoos on his arm, finger light like a whisper...when she finally looked up, slow and lazy, doe eyes glinting beneath her lashes--she kissed the corner of his mouth. once, twice--then pulled back. 𝒐𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐢 smirked. ❛𝒅𝒊𝒅𝒏'𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝒔𝒐.❜ ▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄ She doesn't speak-not out loud, not anymore. Zariah Hart's been quiet since the night she lost everything, and moving to The Palisade at Skyview Apartments was supposed to give her a fresh start. No expectations. No questions. Just peace. But peace gets complicated when a man like Omarion Jordan starts showing up in it. He's nothing like she expected. Tatted, quiet, with eyes that read people better than they speak. A mechanic with a past he doesn't explain-and a presence that says more than his mouth does. He doesn't ask about her silence. She doesn't flinch at his reputation. Somehow, that's enough. What starts as simple glances turns into shared space. What feels like comfort turns to something neither of them planned for. But Atlanta doesn't forget what people try to bury. And sometimes, the loudest truth is the one you never say out loud. 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐃: 𝐉𝐔𝐍𝐄 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟓

Amaris moving to Chicago with her brother starting her new college life and gets tangled up in a life of secrets

Widening the door I seen him holding another bag, with flowers in his hand and a blunt behind his ear "really? More peace offerings?" "Ain't none wrong in that" I thanked him for it as I was raised with manners I placed the flowers on the counter alongside the bag not bothered to look inside and see what he got. "That's how you gon do me?" He asked pointing at the flowers on the counter. "I mean flowers really not cutting anything right now" I shrugged. "It better cause I came here to apologise" he walked over and stood in front of me with his tall ass self. "Mhm" I hummed ready to hear what he has to say. "Real shit though. I know I ain't really been on my shit cause I got other shit I'm dealing with so Ion really wanna put that onto you cause you'n deserve none of that. So I told you Ion wanna rush it so I don't become the man that don't treat you good" at this point he put his hand in mine and used his thumb to rub the back of my hand in circular motions. "So I wanna apologise for allat cause I ain't really tell you what's going on but Ion really wanna wait for that date no more". There was just some in his eyes that was getting me especially with his head being slightly tilted not even thinking of trying to break eye contact with me. "So what does that mean?"

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-ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴᴛ ᴇꜱᴄᴀᴘᴇ ᴍʏ ᴍɪɴᴅ , ꜱᴏ ʏᴏᴜ'ʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴍʏ ᴘᴀʀᴛɴᴇʀ 'ɴ ᴄʀɪᴍe , ᴍ ᴇ ᴛ ᴀ ɴ ᴏ ɪ ᴀ - the journey of changing one's mind , heart self , or way of life .

"why you chose me chris ?" "you different"