"Some looks say more than words ever could."

Jeremiah has built his life on discipline and routine-long hours at the garage, loyalty to the one friend who never left, and a careful distance from anything that could disrupt his peace. In his world, survival means staying grounded... and staying uninvolved. Until one encounter changes everything. Treyvon doesn't just operate in the shadows-he owns them. A man of power and precision, he's built an empire while raising his son with unwavering devotion. Control is his greatest strength... until it begins to slip. Because of a stranger. An interest. A pull. Something neither of them can quite walk away from.

One-shots about characters from my books <33

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