Doing what 20 year old Nasiem deemed as right, put him in a tough situation. Quickly teaching him a little something about life.

"You no tell this girl that I said, I want no relations with a darkie?" She spat to me, making my eyes go wide. What? I thought to myself and Gio tried pulling me away but I snatched away from him, knowing I heard right this time. "Wait, what?" I spoke out loud and Gi grabbed me roughly, trying to pull me away again. "Why you saying these things? She's beautiful." I heard his abuelita sticking up for me as she stood to her feet and all the guys began to as well, telling their mom that she was wrong for what she was doing. "That puta heard me." She spat, pointing her finger at me. "You're too dark." She held up a brown paper bag that she was drinking her beer out of. "You no match this bag or lighter, you're too dark." "You look too much like his father. I no want you around me." She shooed me off, instantly breaking my heart into a billion pieces as I looked up at Giovanni who was looking down at me with hurt in his eyes. "Baby, please." He begged and I shook my head at him in disgust before putting my attention back onto her. "Get that darkness out of here, Giovanni. She's a demon." "Only demons have her color." She kept on going and I felt sick to my stomach in this moment as I stood there in complete shock.

"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. But love in Harlem always asks one question: what are you willing to risk when the heart wants more than the streets ever offered? A Harlem story. A hood love. A soft place to land. ❀ 🝳 ❀

realism love creativity and passion between a fashion girly & the man with a brand.

She walks in like the epitome of black girl luxury, but pain follows her. She covers it with bust-down jewelry and white roses. He's quiet, but his presence is loud in itself. Everyone knows him, but she sees right past him. She's confident, but he's more confident. She's fierce, but he makes her cower. Passionate. SADITIFIED.

"𝗌𝗁𝖺𝗐𝗍𝗒, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗇𝖺 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽. 𝗂 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗇𝖺 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽, 𝗍𝗈𝗈. 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝗂 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽?" - 𝗍𝗒 𝖽𝗈𝗅𝗅𝖺 $𝗂𝗀𝗇 𝗧𝗿𝗮𝗰𝗸𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁 𝗼𝗻 𝗦𝗽𝗼𝘁𝗶𝗳𝘆: 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗣𝗹𝘂𝗴 - 𝗦𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗰𝗸 𝗯𝘆 𝗫𝘅𝗘𝗹𝗹𝗼𝗞𝗶𝘁𝘁𝘆𝘅𝗫 ⭢ 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗒𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖻𝖾 𝗎𝗉𝖽𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖾𝗋. 𝖥𝖾𝖻. 𝟤𝟢𝟤𝟤 - 𝖠𝗉𝗋. 𝟤𝟢𝟤𝟤

"Cain, if you can't leave the streets for me and our baby, then me and you, we're done." I pointed between the two of us as tears streamed down my face and he bit his lip, looking down at the floor before he looked back up into my eyes. "Aight." "Shit over then, babygirl."