Mute, abused, hood, Chicago, saved, kidnapped

"𝐖𝐡𝐲 𝐝𝐨 𝐈 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐦𝐞" -𝐨𝐥𝐠𝐚 𝐦𝐲𝐤𝐨

This is about a wicked set of brothers not really having a father figure to look up to. Well, they did, but it wasn't in a good way. They never had a real mother to help them or teach them anything. All they ever grew up on was guns, killing, and drugs. Then that's when they meet, 𝐾𝑎𝑛𝑎𝑗𝑖

She grew up in their house, best friends with one brother... and now she's tangled up with the other. A summer wedding, a secret romance, stolen kisses, and the kind of love that could ruin everything.

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.

𝘕𝘰 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘱𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘥𝘥𝘥𝘥𝘥𝘥

A bunch of Atlanta shit A lil Chicago shit Some hoodrat shit A lil drug shit A little bit of love in this bitch , but most importantly a good ass read. Kiyari "Kash" a badass female who don't go for bullshit encounters Nahzir "Draco" someone who acts just like her. What happens when the two clash together and shit hits the fan?

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𝗔 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝗰𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗰𝗮𝗻 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗻𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝘆𝗼𝘂'𝗿𝗲 𝗶𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗰𝗶𝘀𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝗼𝗻 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗯𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝘁𝗼 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱 𝗼𝗿 𝗰𝗮𝗻'𝘁 𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗱 𝗮𝗻𝘆 𝗴𝗼𝗼𝗱 𝗼𝗻𝗲𝘀. 𝗜'𝘃𝗲 𝗴𝗼𝘁 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗿𝗮𝗰𝗶𝗮𝗹 & 𝗯𝗹𝗮𝗰𝗸 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝗯𝗼𝗼𝗸𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂'𝗹𝗹 𝗱𝗲𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗮𝘁𝗹𝗲𝘆 𝗯𝗲 𝗵𝗼𝗼𝗸𝗲𝗱 𝗼𝗻.

"𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚜 𝚠𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚒𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔 𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚞𝚖"