Micah Jordan is the pretty boy nobody really sees. Behind soft eyes and a quiet smile, he's battling anxiety, an eating disorder, and the fear of never being enough. When Aiden Cross, the quiet boy with a guitar and his own scars, starts to notice him, Micah isn't sure he deserves it.

Josiah had been sold by his drug-addicted mother more times than he could count. She promised it was "the last time," but this time, she sold him to Tavon-a young, feared gangster. Josiah refused. He stood his ground. But Tavon wasn't used to being denied. The harder Josiah resisted, the more Tavon wanted him. Josiah swore he wouldn't fall... but Tavon didn't plan on letting him win.

𝙼𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚕𝚞𝚘𝚞𝚜: 𝙰 𝚟𝚘𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚘𝚛 𝚂𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚏𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚢 𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚋𝚡𝚋 Flawless book 2

"they got nothin on you baby"!

Love lingers like ink pressed deep into skin, a mark you can't wash away, an echo that hums beneath every breath. When rain brings Milo into Sakani's shop one night, two worlds collide: the stillness of someone who's learned to guard his heart, and the restless fire of someone desperate to be truly seen. ENJOY!!

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.

Her nickname in mid chapter Lil Mama Imani has autism. She works at the gas station. He comes to her work to get some snacks and gets gas. Everyone heard "the Blade" cold motherfuckin gangster get his money.

Zoila inherited her autism from her mothe-and a longing for the gentle, steady love her parents share. But loud crowds, sudden noises, and unpredictable days make the world feel overwhelming. Then she meets Ezra, a quiet, patient boy who understands her in ways no one else ever has.

❝𝐃𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐦𝐞, 𝐀𝐧𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐞?❞ - surrounded by toxicity and a bad past, she struggles with body image and beauty. with a touch from the wand of fate, an angel was sent to her. that angel name is anabelle lindsay. she loved her 𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗳𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀.

Sier. Fiery. Known as the "angry black woman". Feisty. Just wants someone to see past that. Kyan. A man a few words. A yearner. He sees her. He wants. He needs.