"Dear nene, this for you."

Trinity has learned that love can be soft... until it isn't. She wasn't looking for forever when Kysean stepped into her life-loud laughter, warm touch, dangerous past and all. But somehow he became the one thing she never thought she'd have: a place to rest her heart. They loved each other in a way the world didn't always understand. A way that felt too deep, too heavy, too fragile to survive the streets that shaped them. And somewhere between the late-night confessions, the promises whispered against skin, and the secrets Kysean kept buried, something changed. Something broke. Now Trinity moves through her days with a quiet ache, carrying the weight of a love she can't speak on and memories she can't escape. People say she's colder now, softer in places she used to be strong, strong in places she used to be soft. But they don't know what she lost. What she lived through. What she loved enough to grieve forever. Kysean left her with questions she'll never get answers to and a silence that feels louder than his voice ever did. And as Trinity tries to rebuild the pieces of herself he touched, she learns the hardest truth of all: Grief is nothing but love persevering. Now she must decide whether to hold on to the love that changed her, or finally let go of the ghost that still has her heart. ©️

"From the start I know I should have told ya, and now you know, girl." He pushed the loose curls back to see her clearly, she looked up at her through the wet lashes a small sigh leaving her lips. "You're asking me to sacrifice my relationship with my family. Are we on borrowed time or are you just someone I made up in my head ?" He laid his forehead against hers, running his thumb over the wet tear. "I'm here wit' you. Every step of the way it's real love and I thank you for that." He kissed her lips, her body immediately falling into his as she melted into the kiss.

18 year old Nevaeh has always played by the rules. But rules don't matter when Kentrell Gaulden enters the room-Miami's most feared drug kingpin, manipulative, untouchable, and impossible to resist. Soft, cautious, and loyal, Nevaeh should run... but she doesn't. And in his world, no one stays innocent for long.

ɪ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ɢᴏᴛ ꜱᴜᴘᴘᴏʀᴛ, ɪ ᴀꜱᴋ ʏᴏᴜ, "ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ʜᴇʀᴇ, " 'ᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ɪ'ᴍ ɢᴏɪɴ' ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛʜɪɴɢꜱ

Dr. Nylah Rae Mercer took an oath to heal minds, not fall into them. She built her career inside locked wards and white halls, treating patients the world had already given up on. Distance was her armor. Control was her gift. Until she opened a file stamped with one number that changed everything. 𝐏𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝟏𝟏𝟏𝟏 doesn't scream. He doesn't beg. He doesn't act insane the way they expect him to. Kai Beton is quiet, observant, dangerous in a way no diagnosis can explain. A hood nigga with violence in his history and intelligence they keep underestimating. Everyone sees a monster. Nylah sees a man who learned how to survive cages long before this one. Their sessions become the only place he softens. The only place she feels seen. Boundaries blur. Warnings get ignored. And the deeper she goes into his mind, the more she realizes the truth no one wants to admit-Kai isn't broken. He was buried. When the institution tightens its grip and Kai's life is quietly placed on the chopping block, Nylah is forced to choose between her oath and her heart. Between safety and truth. Between the life she built and the man who feels like home. 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐏𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝟏𝟏𝟏𝟏 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧. 𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐲. Cover @trenchlordtales <3

& 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐞, 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐥 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐦𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐚. 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐚 𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥?

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