EST. 2023

𝘐 𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘐 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 !

when a popular girl secretly treats a bullied student like he exists, she becomes his ultimate, obsession.

- 𝖠 𝑵𝑶𝑻𝑻𝑰 𝑶𝑺𝑨𝑴𝑨 𝖥𝖠𝖭𝖥𝖨𝖢 .ᐟ ᰔ ₊˚ ❛𝙄'𝙑𝙀 𝘽𝙀𝙀𝙉 𝙏𝘼𝙇𝙆𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝐂𝐑𝐀𝐙𝐘, 𝙂𝙄𝙍𝙇 𝙄'𝙈 𝐋𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐘 𝙏𝙃𝘼𝙏 𝙔𝙊𝙐 𝐏𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐃 𝙐𝙋, 𝙇𝙐𝘾𝙆𝙔 𝙏𝙃𝘼𝙏 𝙔𝙊𝙐 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐃 𝙊𝙉 𝙄 𝙉𝙀𝙀𝘿 𝙎𝙊𝙈𝙀𝙊𝙉𝙀 𝙏𝙊 𝙋𝙐𝙏 𝙏𝙃𝙄𝙎 𝐖𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝙊𝙉, 𝙁𝙐𝘾𝙆 𝙄𝙈 𝐒𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐘 .ᐟ ❜❜ @ ᴿᴱᵞᴱˢᴮᴸᵁᴺᵀ ᴾᴿᴼᴰᵁᶜᵀᴵᴼᴺˢ

───𝙞𝙩 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙖 𝙚𝙭𝙩𝙧𝙖 𝙘𝙡𝙖𝙨𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙙 𝙘𝙚𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙖'𝙨 𝙝𝙞𝙜𝙝 𝙨𝙘𝙝𝙤𝙤𝙡 𝙚𝙭𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚.

𝗦𝗜𝗟𝗞 𝗔𝗡𝗗 𝗕𝗟𝗢𝗢𝗗． 𝐨𝐨𝐨． a girl born into riches, and a poor negro boy with a dark secret. ⤷ @nottiosama. 60's trope.

𝒐𝒉, 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒊𝒏'𝒕 𝒈𝒐𝒕 𝒏𝒐𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆 '𝒆𝒎.ᐣ 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒄𝒐𝒐𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒆 𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒅.ᐟ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ 𝑰𝑵 𝑾𝑯𝑰𝑪𝑯 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗋 𝖼𝗋𝖺𝖿𝗍𝗌 𝖺 𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗌 ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ 𝗈𝖿 𝗎𝗇𝗂𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖾𝗑𝗉𝗅𝗂𝖼𝗂𝗍 𝗂𝗆𝖺𝗀𝗂𝗇𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ 𝗌𝗆𝗎𝗍𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖾𝗇𝗃𝗈𝗒𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍, 𝖺𝗅𝗅 ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ 𝖿𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖽𝗋𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗋𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝖭𝖾𝗐 𝖸𝗈𝗋𝗄 ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖢𝗁𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗀𝗈. ㅤ ㅤ drill rappers 𝒙 multiple!ocs an 𝒊𝒎𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒔 fanfiction. ©𝟤𝟢𝟤𝟧 ─ 𝑻𝑶𝑷𝑻𝑰𝑬𝑹𝑩𝑹𝑨𝑻.ᐟ

❛𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒆?❜ he asked, voice low like it wasn't meant for nobody but her. 𝒛𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐡 didn't speak, just tilted her head a little and stepped in close. she traced one of the tattoos on his arm, finger light like a whisper...when she finally looked up, slow and lazy, doe eyes glinting beneath her lashes--she kissed the corner of his mouth. once, twice--then pulled back. 𝒐𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐢 smirked. ❛𝒅𝒊𝒅𝒏'𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝒔𝒐.❜ ▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄ She doesn't speak-not out loud, not anymore. Zariah Hart's been quiet since the night she lost everything, and moving to The Palisade at Skyview Apartments was supposed to give her a fresh start. No expectations. No questions. Just peace. But peace gets complicated when a man like Omarion Jordan starts showing up in it. He's nothing like she expected. Tatted, quiet, with eyes that read people better than they speak. A mechanic with a past he doesn't explain-and a presence that says more than his mouth does. He doesn't ask about her silence. She doesn't flinch at his reputation. Somehow, that's enough. What starts as simple glances turns into shared space. What feels like comfort turns to something neither of them planned for. But Atlanta doesn't forget what people try to bury. And sometimes, the loudest truth is the one you never say out loud. 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐃: 𝐉𝐔𝐍𝐄 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟓