Kairo keep his heart locked up and his circle small. Ain't nobody ever broke through and he likes it that way. Then Zaire show up. " I don't like niggas" "Let me change that" "You lied to my fucking face " "Fuck baby I'm sorry please "

𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐞: (𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬) 𝐬𝐨 𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐞𝐱𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫. 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐛𝐱𝐛

"ᶠᵘᶜᵏ ʷʰᵃᵗ ᵉᵛᵉʳʸᵇᵒᵈʸ ᵉˡˢᵉ ˢᵃʸ ⁱᵗˢ ᵒⁿˡʸ ᵘˢ"

Blackbxb. 🖤

" 𝐈 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐈 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠,𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲,𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐈 𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐝. 𝐈 𝐚𝐥𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐮𝐭 𝐚 𝐩𝐞𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞." 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐃 : 𝐀𝐏𝐑 𝟐𝟎𝐓𝐇 𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐃 : ??

Story about a 18 year old Terion Douglas navigating his freshman year in college. Run ins with his jock roommate, roommate's friends and everybody going crazy over him, calling him fine and shii. What the helly?

"Someone tell my babymomma pick up his fucking phone"

- Zaire tried to fight it. He tried to fight the burning attraction he felt towards Leo... thinking it was nothing but pure admiration towards an alpha that had shown him kindness, but now he couldn't. Leo was trouble and Zaire couldn't afford trouble, hiding the fact that he was an omega was already hard enough. Zaire was alone and wanted to keep it that way but that was hard because of the alpha that kept seeking his company. - -

They didn't end up in the same space on purpose. Brooklynn is the quiet type. Not shy... just tired. Tired in the "life been heavy for a while now" way. He minds his business, goes to work, comes home, and keeps his world small because that's how he breathes. Azyir is the opposite. Loud, funny, always in motion. ADHD running the wheel every day. Talks so much he forgets to say what he really means. Laughs loud so nobody asks if he's okay. They sit in the same trig class at their HBCU, but they don't talk. They don't dislike each other either. They just... live in two different worlds. Messiah Markell is their professor. Older, calm, strict in the quiet way that makes people sit up straighter. He owns a club downtown called Desirable, but in class he keeps everything controlled. He doesn't like watching people drown in silence or noise. He sees them both slipping. Not failing. Slipping. So he tells them to stay after class. Every day. Not for tutoring. Not for discipline. Just to sit, breathe, work, or not work. A room where nobody has to force themselves to be "okay." And somehow, without anybody planning it... The quiet one. The loud one. And the man who teaches them how to stay. Start learning how to need each other. Not in a fast way. Not in a dramatic way. In the way real connections happen: Slow glances. Shared exhaustion. Walking home together because home doesn't feel safe tonight. Sitting in silence that doesn't hurt. Being seen without having to explain. This is a story about: Black boy rest. Soft dominance. Messy feelings. Learning how to stay present. No fake deep. No forced love. Just real people figuring out how to breathe.