Azalea adopts a baby it knowing that his father is her brothers friend....

"𝐢 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐧, 𝐢 𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐭."

In the life they live they never expected to find love

ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ our ᴀʟʟ, Serenity. Serenity has always been a quiet child, even as she grew up. Knowing that she had someone to look out for her and always be there made her feel good. She remained close to Saint, whom she trusted would never leave her side, even if she had some issues. However, everything changed when she met Sincere at a club and started to develop strong feelings and an attachment to him. How will this relationship unfold, and how will Saint and Sincere react to this change? ⎯⎯⎯⟡ POLY ⟡⎯⎯⎯

𝙀𝙘𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙨𝙮 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘦 𝘦𝘹𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴. 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐛𝐱𝐛

𝐌𝐱𝐌𝐱𝐌 A grieving single-dad, and his child trying to find their way...what could go right?

Two different men, both under her skin like a tick. 𝐌𝐱𝐅𝐱𝐌

"There's more to life then what they're showing you Dai, just get out and explore"

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.