pro·to·type /ˈprōdəˌtīp/ noun a first, typical or preliminary model of something, especially a machine, from which other forms are developed or copied.

You're wildest dreams do come true. another, Kartiear production.

an all american girl that's skilled with a pencil remembers those brown eyes and raspy voice, but only from dreams. she'd fallen in love with those eyes every time she'd fall asleep. a boy surrounded by struggle he's entire life drowns out the madness with his poetry. he ghost writes music that she inspired. he'd fallen in love with her glowing skin every night.

Trinity Smith has been starving for more out of her marriage to Meech. Three years in and she feels alone, untouched, and unsatisfied. Especially behind closed doors. The spark is gone, and no matter how hard she tries, it feels like she's begging for something that should come naturally. They try therapy, hoping it'll save them. For a minute, it looks like it might. Then Thanksgiving comes around...and everything spirals. That's when Trinity really meets Dayvon Bennett, Meech's close friend who's a father. What starts off subtle turns reckless fast, and before she knows it, Trinity is caught up in something messy, addictive, and completely off-limits.

Detroit has always been the type of city that carries its own unique name with pride. Full of nonstop hustlers who move with dignity, each chasing their own dream. Trevon Gardner is one of them: a rapper finally gaining real attention, trying to turn his talent into the life he's been chasing forever. Xamira Evans is a gifted cosmetologist with her own blueprint, living life to the fullest. Their worlds don't usually collide...until one unexpected moment changes everything. Now they have to face the consequences. Will it bring them together, or tear them apart?

There's always a hand in the darkness, don't grab it.

"Put a 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 opp b*tch in the morgue, call that b*tch drop dead 𝐠𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐨𝐮𝐬." - KV

"See I'm a killer, but I got feelings. I catch you with him, I just might kill him." - Von. "Fuckin' on someone else and textin' like you want me, disrespectful." - Kentrell. *very old & cringy don't read omg*

Raise 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥 to this 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐭, and 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 this. When they turn out the lights, I'll be down in the 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤. Thuggin' eternal through my heart, now 𝐇𝐚𝐢𝐥 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐲 nigga.