Even Grace gets scars when it meets Grit. He's the Grit-sharp mind, colder heart, a man shaped by violence and dangerous to love. She's the Grace-selfless, healing, and drawn to the shadows he hides behind. What begins as attraction burns into obsession, unearthing the past he's tried to bury. Their love isn't soft-it's a storm, one that blurs the line between devotion and destruction. Every secret he keeps pulls her deeper; every truth she uncovers cuts a little closer to the bone. In a city pulsing with danger and desire, love becomes both their refuge and their ruin. And when survival collides with emotion, they'll learn that even grace can bleed... and even grit can break.

Janeisha "Neisha" Bambi has always survived by staying small. Head low. Mouth shut. No waves, no risks, no getting caught up in the kind of business that comes with bodies, secrets, and street names that echo. But all it takes is one night-one favor for her best friend-to slide her straight into the orbit of Seven "Saint" Carter. Saint is discipline wrapped in quiet menace. A man the streets don't just respect-they fear. The type Neisha promised herself she'd never look at twice. He doesn't chase. He doesn't beg. He doesn't explain. Yet somehow... he does all of this for her. And when that calm, unreadable gaze settles on Neisha, her careful world starts to crack. Now Saint's patience is running out. Neisha's defenses are falling apart. And the pull between them is starting to feel less like a choice and more like fate. He's trying to shield her from the life he lives. She's trying to decide if loving him is salvation... or self-destruction. Because in a world built on loyalty, violence, and revenge; love is the most dangerous thing you can touch.

Is everything really soft ? @𝟰𝟰𝟰𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀𝗹𝘃𝗿 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗱𝘂𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 ©

After capturing the picture he got caught in the moment

"Solè, why'd you stay?" "Because, Zaire... you the first thing that ever felt worth staying for." ❀ 🝳 ❀ Harlem held the noise. Solè gave Zaire the quiet. Zaire Knox, Harlem's quiet storm, known for his ties to the streets and a gaze that read people faster than they could lie to him. Respected. Feared. Loved. With scars buried deeper than his tattoos, he never planned to love soft. Until a Harlem vinyl shop left behind by his late grandfather forces him to slow down, to breathe, to find his real purpose in the world beyond the streets. Solè Sinclair, soft but unbreakable, raised by her father after loss. By day, she serves warmth behind the counter of a café. By night, she disappears into her art, trying to paint the parts of herself no one ever sees. When their worlds cross, the city shifts. What starts off tense and unexpected turns tender. Together, they learn love can hold you just as fierce as the streets ever did, and softer, too. A Harlem story. A hood love. A soft place to land. ❀ 🝳 ❀

"Ju, I can't take anymore heartbreaks..." "You ain't gotta run I'm here to help you..." --- "Every bond comes with a price, some more than others..." "What you understand, I don't have to explain..."

𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘮𝘺 "𝘴𝘢𝘧𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘯"

How do you continue on with life when your life line has been cut short ? Your reason and your purpose snatched away in an instance-how do you go on? Meet Ohaji, a man who's suffering from the tragic loss of his fiancé Shannon. Twelve years later Ohaji is still battling and mourning the loss of his lover, life hasn't been the same and he feels like it'll never be. That's until a particular person enters his life when he least expect it. Feeling like he's living in hell on Earth until he meets Heaven, Ohaji is soon met with another opportunity of love. What will he do?

Our love goes beyond any scars. What happens when 19 y/o Naomi's past catches up to her present? Will it make or break her?

𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙛𝙧𝙪𝙞𝙩𝙨 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙗𝙞𝙙𝙙𝙚𝙣 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙖 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙤𝙣. © 𝗧𝗥𝗘𝗡𝗖𝗛𝗟𝗢𝗥𝗗𝗧𝗔𝗟𝗘𝗦