Jessi Harper isn't your typical Mafia asset. He's the Italian Mafia's most prized escort-sharp-tongued, untouchable, and always dressed to kill. Fiercely loyal but wild at heart, Jessi plays the game on his own terms. He's used to being wanted, used to being watched... but not like this. Not by him. Derick Marino leads the Mafia like a god-cold, feared, and always in control. He doesn't bend. He doesn't break. And he definitely doesn't get distracted by the Mafia's flirtatious plaything. At least, that's the story he tells himself every time Jessi walks into the room with that maddening smile and a strut that demands attention. He's the king. Jessi's the spark. And their chemistry? A ticking time bomb. Derick says he's straight. Jessi's made a career out of teasing men like him. But what happens when teasing turns into tension that won't go away? When stolen glances become something more? And when the most forbidden thing becomes the one thing neither of them can resist? This isn't just a fling. It's a war between desire and denial-and someone's going to lose control. --- Sneak Peek: My back arched, teeth sinking into the pillow as the sound of skin meeting skin echoed around the candlelit room. I was a mess-sweaty, breathless, wrecked. Exactly how he liked me. Then I felt his hand in my hair, rough and demanding, yanking me back just enough to hear his voice-low, dangerous, and right against my ear. "I'm going to fuck you until every candle in this room burns out." --- Note: This is a BL (Boys' Love) dark romance with a whole lot of tension, complicated feelings, and two men who should know better-but don't stop anyway. Perfect for readers who like their stories messy, magnetic, and just a little bit dangerous.

Extension of Finding Solace. Don't really need to read it to start this, but it'll help understand some scenes. (01) Ty and Cam's part This story finds its way back to the streets of Chicago. Their relationship in full fledge in a brand-new year. But problems arise still. Things and issues that attempt to pull them apart. Questions that flare up in each other. Themselves. Memories with others past that come running after their present. Leading to- Confusion.

idk. sol·ace comfort or consolation in a time of distress or sadness: story not rlly gonna be sad, just liked the word.

𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐢'𝐦 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐥, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐬, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐢𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧

"Some looks say more than words ever could."

Some people spend their whole lives looking for love. They found it in the same place they found home. What started as a friendship turned into stolen glances, secret feelings, and a love neither of them expected. Then one chaotic, loud-mouthed best friend somehow became part of the picture, too. Now they're building a life together, proving that sometimes love doesn't come in twos. Sometimes it comes in threes. Three hearts. One home.

In the dangerous world of the streets, D and Amir's unexpected bond becomes their lifeline. D, tough and guarded, never thought he'd fall for someone-especially not Amir, the laid-back yet fiercely loyal guy who changes everything. Together, they navigate the chaos of their lives, their love growing stronger amidst the danger, passion, and loyalty that define their world. With their crew by their side, including D's childhood friend Malik, can their relationship survive the streets that want to tear them apart?

Dallas and Zymir ain't know it yet, but they needed each other bad. Both of 'em was walkin around with holes in their chest, carryin stuff they ain't know how to put down. Different pain, same weight. They was still strangers to it, still movin like they was on their own. But sooner or later, they was gon' be what the other needed just to breathe again.

"I want to fuck you," he said, low and filthy. My breath hitched. "W-what?" "I said I want to fuck you, Professor." He pressed closer, towering over me, his hard manhood grinding slowly against my thigh. "I want to bury my cock inside you and feel how tight you are." Logic screamed warnings in the back of my mind, but they were drowned out by the heavy ache between my legs and the way my hole clenched at his words. I found myself nodding slowly, heart pounding. ____________ Professor Kelly Roman, spends all his time drowning in work; teaching mathematics, tutoring his students, going home and repeating the cycle. There is nothing more to that, that's his life and that's what he is satisfied with. But what happens when a new student comes along and interferes with that daily routine? A student that most teachers tend to avoid, to fear...but why? Kelly doesn't understand but he also doesn't care, all he cares about is work. So what happens when that new student takes a liking to the professor? Will Professor Kelly push him away like he always does with people who want him, or will he be devoured by the mysterious student?

Cause you give me something familiar 🖤 • "Look, I ain't mean to wake you up. I was just getting my shit and leaving," he said, quickly reaching down to grab his shirt from off of the ground near a fallen lamp. I guess that was what caused the crash earlier. "We don't even have to talk about it, for real," he rushed out. "So, you was just gon' fuck and dip?" My words stopped him in his tracks. "Without sayin' nothin'?" I was lowkey hurt at the realization that he was tryna sneak out of my spot after what we did. "Kofi...we fucked," he whispered the last part guiltily, as if he was afraid to say it out loud. "You're straight. I-" "Obviously, not anymore...after the way I had you screaming last night." . *Spin-off from Waves