"𝙎𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙥𝙞𝙘𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙖 𝙨𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙜𝙧𝙞𝙣 𝙀𝙫𝙚𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙝𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙢𝙚 𝙄 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙮𝙤𝙪'𝙡𝙡 𝙡𝙚𝙩 𝙢𝙚 𝙛𝙪𝙘𝙠 𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣 𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙢 𝙨𝙤𝙪𝙡 𝙩𝙞𝙚𝙨 𝙜𝙤𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙩𝙪𝙘𝙠 𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣 𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙄 𝙖𝙞𝙣'𝙩 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙗𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙞𝙣 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚...
She walks in like the epitome of black girl luxury, but pain follows her. She covers it with bust-down jewelry and white roses. He's quiet, but his presence is loud in itself. Everyone knows him, but she sees right past him. She's confident, but he's more confident. She's fierce, but he makes her cower. Passionate...
𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝙸𝚝'𝚜 𝚃𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚃𝚘 𝚁𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝙻𝚘𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚗' 𝚄𝚙 '𝙲𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝙰 𝚁𝚎𝚏𝚕𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝙾𝚏 𝙼𝚎, 𝚂𝚑𝚊𝚠𝚝𝚢!
