Ziare Emmelle. Street nigga turned club promotor. Sincere Kazzi. King Pin turned strip club owner. When these two worlds collide, it's a story of betrayal, unexpected love and violence.

𝐆𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐃𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐋𝐚𝐬𝐭. 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄 𝐕𝐎𝐓𝐄 ⭐️ In a city hollowed out by poverty and smoke, where souls feel as distant as stars behind smog, five boys move like shadows-reckless, restless, trying to claw their way to tomorrow. They've got nothing but each other and a hunger that can't be fed by food or dreams. Among them, two boys-caught in their own orbit. One, sharp-edged and silent, has learned to trust no one, carved cold by a world that punishes softness. The other still cares too much, still believes there's something worth saving, even as the streets grind kindness into dust. One watches the other when he thinks no one sees. The way his laugh cuts through the static. The way his hands shake when he's angry but he hides it anyway. It twists something in his chest he can't name. He's never had a crush before-never had the space to want, to feel something so useless. So he tells himself it's nothing. Just a look. Just a moment. Just- The other knows. Not everything, but enough. Enough to feel that ache when they're close, that stupid hope when they brush shoulders or sit a little too near. He doesn't say anything. How could he? In a place where being gay isn't socially accepted, and love is a luxury no one can afford. So they keep moving. Five shadows against the backdrop of a dying city. And in the spaces between violence and survival, something almost tender lingers-unspoken, unnoticed, but stubborn as a heartbeat. As their days blur into one long fight to survive, their love becomes the only thing that feels real- but even that can't escape the rules of their world. Because good things don't last. And nothing here is forever.

He really out here layin all up on a nigga whose shoes leanin'...embarrassing.

'𝐝𝐚𝐝𝐚 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞...' 𝐊𝐚𝐯𝐚𝐫𝐢 was a 21' year old with a 2 year old. with his babymama gone leaving him with 𝐌𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐚𝐡 and his temper that's already growing.

Monterrius Summit was an average college student trying to make the best out of his life. Nothing meant more to him than getting his education. He was content until Wale 'Wild' Morris entered his life. Wild had everything he could have asked for. The status, money, and girl. Yet it still wasn't enough. Deep down, Wild craved more and Monterrius was willing to give it to him. Only, things weren't that simple. Dive into a world of secrets where knowing the truth about someone could hurt.

"Y'all niggas crazy asf!"

- 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭, 𝐝𝐞𝐞

Sajani always felt like he was the weird one out well he knew he was the odd one. I mean he was intersex after all #4 bxb #57 interracial #1 intersex #7 gay Top four in U.S.

One hotbox. One secret. Two boys who swore they were straight-until the smoke started messing with more than just their heads. Nic parties hard and lives louder, chasing highs and avoiding anything that feels too real. KT stays lowkey and unreadable, carrying a past he never talks about. They're nothing alike-but something clicks when they end up hotboxing in Nic's car at a random party. It was supposed to be just a vibe. But the more nights they spend together-talking, laughing, sharing things they shouldn't-the harder it gets to ignore the tension in the air. Glances last too long. Touches get bolder. And suddenly, nothing about being "just friends" feels right anymore. They've never looked at a guy like this before. Then again... they've never met someone like each other.