He leaned back, looking at her face again before his fingers slid under her chin, lifting it so she had no choice but to meet his eyes. "You love me." He said, shaking his head in mock sympathy. "& that's the most reckless thing you could've ever done." His grip tightened slightly under her jaw, not hard enough to hurt, just enough to remind her that he could. His thumb grazed her jaw, slower this time, respectful almost. "Love doesn't make me weak, baby. It makes me more dangerous. Because I love you back, meaning I now have something to lose." He leaned in until his lips hovered just above hers, their breath mingling. "& I don't like that. Not having shit to lose is what kept me untouchable, now I got a weakness & now we gotta die holding hands because you ain't doing this shit without me & I ain't doing it without you. So, Naytiri, you sure you wanna bleed for me?"

Two energies collide with emotions so strong, neither could understand. Will they allow the charge to reignite their hearts, or will the current cause a dangerous overload...

The works of a painter, composer, or 𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗿 regarded collectively.

"ɪ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴍʏ ʜᴜꜱʙᴀɴᴅ, ʙᴜᴛ ɪ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴏʀᴇ."

𝙨𝙖𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙩𝙞𝙚 𝙭 𝙘𝙝𝙧𝙞𝙨 𝙗𝙧𝙤𝙬𝙣. ❦ | 𝐔𝐑𝐁𝐀𝐍 𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 . ᶜʰʳⁱᵃᵐᵒⁿᵗᵉ ʳᵉᵃˡ ᵍʰᵉᵗᵗᵒ 𝐌𝐘 𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐒𝐈𝐍 is a haunting, slow burn descent into the kind of love that feels more like a loaded gun than a safe place to land. Set in the shadows of Los Angeles, where palm trees line the blocks but can't cover up the sirens, body bags & trauma, it follows the twisted, all consuming bond between two souls, two victims of life's circumstances, too damaged to love right, but too addicted to let go. This ain't ALL fiction. It's the unfiltered truth of what happens when love turns toxic, when passion is laced with pain, & when walking away could save your life, but staying feels like the only way to breathe. It's about being hooked on someone who breaks you in pieces, slowly, until you don't even recognize your own reflection. What makes it worse for them? The violence didn't just live outside their door. Both were born into a family war where colors, street names, & grudges were damn near inherited. Their love was always a risk, always a target. They tried to escape it, to build something that didn't echo their past with one other, but still, the pain followed. Loss piled up. Friends, family, pieces of themselves, until even love felt like another battlefield. The streets never really let go of their past. Not when last names are triggers. Not when loyalty is life or death. In this story, heartbreak isn't some poetic lifetime script, it's violent & real. Mental peace is a luxury, & the heart's pull feels more like a curse than a blessing. 𝐌𝐘 𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐒𝐈𝐍 is for the ones who loved past the red flags, stayed through the damage, & bled for a connection that was never safe to begin with. It's violent. Tender. Fucked up. But it's honest.

"ʜᴇ'ꜱ ᴍʏ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ... ʙᴜᴛ ɪ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴀɴʏᴏɴᴇ ᴇʟꜱᴇ ᴛᴏ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʜɪᴍ."

"LOVE's gonna get you killed.. but PRIDE'S gonna to be the death of you and me."

[ 𝘽𝙊𝙊𝙆 𝙊𝙉𝙀 ] ᴏᴄᴛᴀᴠɪᴜꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ɴᴀɪʀᴏʙɪ, ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇ ᴏᴘᴘᴏꜱɪᴛᴇꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴏɴᴇ ᴀɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ. ʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴀ ᴍᴇʀᴄɪʟᴇꜱꜱ ᴋɪʟʟᴇʀ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ʜᴏʟʟᴏᴡ ꜱᴏᴜʟ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴋɴᴇᴡ ᴏɴᴇ ᴇᴍᴏᴛɪᴏɴ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜᴏᴜᴛ ʜɪꜱ ᴡʜᴏʟᴇ ʟɪꜰᴇ, ᴀɴɢᴇʀ. ꜱʜᴇ ʜᴀᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏꜱᴛ ɪɴɴᴏᴄᴇɴᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ɢᴇɴᴛʟᴇ ꜱᴏᴜʟ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴜʀᴇꜱᴛ ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴ ʜᴇ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ꜱᴛᴜᴍʙʟᴇᴅ ᴀᴄʀᴏꜱꜱ ᴏɴ ᴀ ʀᴀɴᴅᴏᴍ ᴄʟᴜʙ ɴɪɢʜᴛ. ʜᴇʀ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇᴅ ʜɪᴍ ꜰᴏʀ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ꜱᴇᴇᴍᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ, ᴜɴᴛɪʟ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴀʟʟ ᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴜʀɴᴇᴅ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ʜᴇʀ ʙɪɢɢᴇꜱᴛ ʀᴇɢʀᴇᴛ 𝖈𝖍𝖗𝖎𝖘 𝖇𝖗𝖔𝖜𝖓 x 𝖗𝖎𝖍𝖆𝖓𝖓𝖆 ᵃ ᶜʰʳⁱᵃⁿⁿᵃ ˡᵒᵛᵉ ˢᵗᵒʳʸ ❧ 𝙏𝙒: 𝙏𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙮 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙨 𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙚 𝙨𝙘𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙪𝙖𝙜𝙚 𝙨𝙪𝙘𝙝 𝙖𝙨 𝙨𝙚𝙭, 𝙜𝙧𝙪𝙚𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙢𝙪𝙧𝙙𝙚𝙧 & 𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙚, 𝙥𝙝𝙮𝙨𝙞𝙘𝙖𝙡 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙚𝙢𝙤𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙖𝙡 𝙖𝙗𝙪𝙨𝙚, 𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙞𝙥𝙪𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣, 𝙥𝙪𝙧𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙮 𝙩𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙜𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙪𝙢𝙖, 𝙨𝙪𝙞𝙘𝙞𝙙𝙖𝙡 𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙨, 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙖𝙡 𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙨 cover by author.

Allure...to powerfully attract or charm; tempt. It was the physical attraction that they believed kept them coming back, but in reality, it was more than that. Two broken souls, unaware to the fact the fix was one another.