India learned early how to survive by paying attention. Growing up in a small, rough city taught her when to speak, when to soften, and when to protect herself. She carries those instincts into corporate spaces that were never designed with her in mind. Alex has never needed to adapt. Power comes naturally to him. Raised in legacy and expectation, he leads with quiet authority, keeping his emotions tightly controlled and his personal life even more so. When their worlds collide, attraction becomes something neither can name without consequence. Identity, power, and unspoken desire blur the lines they've spent years maintaining.

Moving to the rough streets of Harlem is a step back for Lorena after running from her supposedly good life in the suburbs of Miami. She searches for freedom in the most unlikely of places yet in meeting Cross, she couldn't find herself more trapped in the hands of a ruthless thug who is also her brother's best friend. ❝𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝗵𝗼𝘄 𝘁𝗼 𝗸𝗲𝗲𝗽 𝗮 𝘀𝗲𝗰𝗿𝗲𝘁?❞ 𝐍𝐎. 𝟏 - #𝐃𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐓, 𝐃𝐄𝐂𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑

Tianni, a dedicated ER nurse who thrives in chaos, and Treyvon or as the streets know him as "Ghost", a feared gangster with a reputation that keeps most people at a distance. When Ghost is rushed into her hospital one night with a gunshot wound, Tianni is the only one brave enough to treat him. Their paths should have never crossed, but a reluctant bond forms as he keeps finding reasons to see her again.

"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.

One night. One room. Everything changed.

Our vows were spoken before our hearts had a chance to catch up. Formally, "ARRANGED HEARTS"

𝖨𝖿 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗂𝗌 𝖺 𝖼𝗋𝗂𝗆𝖾, 𝖳𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗆𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝗒 𝖽𝗈 𝖨 𝖻𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗂𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎