𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐚 𝐭𝐡𝐮𝐠 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥

After all the heart break she finally finds The One

"You know how special you gotta be to change a nigga like me? Huh?" He tilted her head back to make her look at him, and a faint smile grew on her face as he wiped her cheeks. "My own grandparents couldn't do it for me and I loved them more than anything. You the one for me ma. That's why I ain't told you everything yet 'cause I don't wanna run you away. I need you." He laid his forehead against hers, gently kissing her lips. "Nobody will ever believe that King Von from O Block be crying to me like this." She smiled as she gazed into his red eyes, and he chuckled, nodding in agreement. "I ain't King Von wit' you. Just love." He kissed her cheek next, and her smile grew as her arms tightened around him for a warm hug.

20 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴, 𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘭𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘴, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘥𝘦.

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"𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘸𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯' 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯' 𝘸𝘪𝘵' 𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘧𝘰𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘮"

"Solè, why'd you stay?" "Because, Zaire... you the first thing that ever felt worth staying for." ❀ 🝳 ❀ Harlem held the noise. Solè gave Zaire the quiet. Zaire Knox, Harlem's quiet storm, known for his ties to the streets and a gaze that read people faster than they could lie to him. Respected. Feared. Loved. With scars buried deeper than his tattoos, he never planned to love soft. Until a Harlem vinyl shop left behind by his late grandfather forces him to slow down, to breathe, to find his real purpose in the world beyond the streets. Solè Sinclair, soft but unbreakable, raised by her father after loss. By day, she serves warmth behind the counter of a café. By night, she disappears into her art, trying to paint the parts of herself no one ever sees. When their worlds cross, the city shifts. What starts off tense and unexpected turns tender. Together, they learn love can hold you just as fierce as the streets ever did, and softer, too. But love in Harlem always asks one question: what are you willing to risk when the heart wants more than the streets ever offered? A Harlem story. A hood love. A soft place to land. ❀ 🝳 ❀

"Threw away your love letters, I thought it'd made me feel better..."

"𝘂 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝗶𝗻 𝗠𝗘 𝗹𝗲𝘀𝘀 𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗱"

"I knew I was in love from the first time we met"