Deno is unapologetic about how much he loves Tripp. His feelings are loud, obsessive, and impossible to miss, pushing him to extremes just to make Tripp understand that what he feels is real. Tripp refuses to face it. He dismisses Deno's devotion as too much, too intense, convincing himself that whatever exists between them doesn't mean anything at all. When Deno's presence begins to feel distant, something quietly changes. The shift forces Tripp to sit with emotions he's long ignored, revealing that denial can only last so long before the truth demands to be seen.

"𝐅𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐞𝐟𝐭." -𝐅𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐎𝐜𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐁𝐱𝐁

I won't tolerate anyone trying to steal what's mine. You belong to me plain and simple.

Love to soon be written.

I thought it would just be me and Nori. But then Jasai showed up-loud, calm, dangerous in ways I couldn't name. I didn't expect to want both of them. I didn't expect them to want me back. Now we're all in it. And somehow... it feels right.

Sincere wasn't supposed to survive, let alone fall in love with both his roommates. Broke, bold, and barely holdin' it together, Sincere crashes into a life of stability, sex, and chaos with a couple that refuses to play by the rules. Polyamorous book.

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.

𝐌𝐱𝐌𝐱𝐌 A grieving single dad, homeless with his young son, just trying to find his way through the world he feels forgotten by. Never could he have imagined finding a home, love, and security again from two married men. What could go right?

Benji has never known a love that was truly his. His past is a trail of abusive situations, manipulative partners, and secretive "DL" affairs where he was always too quiet, too clingy, or simply never enough. Currently, he is stuck in a dead-end relationship with a boyfriend who only comes around for money or sex. The boyfriend offers hollow words of affection, telling Benji he loves him, and Benji clings to that lie, believing it's all he deserves. But Benji's stagnant world is suddenly upended when Daxton a manic, energetic ball of chaos walks into his life, challenging everything Benji thought he knew about love and self-worth.

Querencia: a place where you feel most at home, where your soul feels safe 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐁𝐱𝐁