𝐎𝐓𝐑. ┊ ❪ 𝓞𝙽 𝓣𝙷𝙴 𝓡𝚄𝙽 ! ❫ ╰► 𝐮𝐫𝐛𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐝𝐲 🐍💰 𓄹 ━━━━━━━━━━━━━ ❛ i hear sirens while we make love. loud as hell but they don't know. they're nowhere near us. i will hold your heart & your gun i don't care if they come❜ ⭑.ᐟ 𝗜𝗡 𝗪𝗛𝗜𝗖𝗛 ──── solina ziyoné rheis, known predominately as "soul" was an artist. or at least that was what she was hoping to be before she hit thirty. getting a job as a curator in one of the biggest art conservatories in the world was not on her list of goals, but anything that could hopefully get her work in places like the MET or the LOURVE someday seemed to be a step in the right direction. what she never accounted for was getting all wrapped up in something ─ or better put ─ someone else. the son of one of the museum's biggest donors was a walking red flag, but if she closed one eye she could almost see them as blue. which meant he couldn't be that bad, right? wrong... so very wrong. enter the universe of 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒖𝒏 where a socialite & the displaced son in a billion dollar empire collide in ways neither expected. they were either a match made by a fallen god, or a duo forged in the depths of hell. either way obsession (or something far worse like love) ensnared them in a trap so intricate trying to dismantle it would lead to the demise of not one, but both. ❪ 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗍𝗎𝗌 : 𝗼𝗻𝗴𝗼𝗶𝗻𝗴 ❫ 𝗠𝗔𝗚𝗡𝗔 𝗖𝗔𝗥𝗧𝗔... 𝗛𝗢𝗟𝗬 𝗚𝗥𝗔𝗜𝗟 𝗕𝗢𝗢𝗞 , 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝗈𝖿 𝘵𝘸𝘰 ❪ 𝙲. 𝙼𝙰𝚅𝙴𝚁𝙸𝙲𝙺 : 𝚂. 𝚁𝙷𝙴𝙸𝚂 ❫

IN WHICH; In the haunting corridors of Westbrook Mental Asylum, a woman battling schizophrenia falls under the spell of a charming madman who exists only in her mind. Consumed by their imagined romance, she blurs the line between fantasy and reality, defending his existence with dangerous devotion. As her obsession deepens, love becomes her madness-and the asylum her battleground.

𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘴 bro·ken ha·los (noun) 1a: remnants of innocence cracked by experience 1b: a poetic way to describe goodness that's been through hell but still glows 2: people who've fallen, failed, or hurt - yet somehow remain soft 3: symbols of resilience; flawed saints trying to find their way back to light

In a kingdom of lies, their only sin was the truth.

Pushing himself from the door Gulian neared her, standing in front of her. "I want you to stop seeing 𝙝𝙞𝙢, that's what I want." Kyomi scoffed as she shook her head. "Why would I stop doing that? Just 'cause you call yourself asking nicely?"

"This is just between us, right? Just this once?" "Just this once." Lies spoken in the hopes of truth. The confines of a dark room won't show where the words will land to ignite, still fire knows no boundaries. Much like the two with a taste for the forbidden, some secrets don't stay buried behind closed doors. It becomes your neighbor.

𝑭𝑬𝑬𝑳 𝑺𝑶𝑴𝑬𝑻𝑯𝑰𝑵𝑮 ━━━ ❝ ᶦ ʲᵘˢᵗ ᵗʰᶦⁿᵏ ᶦᵗ'ˢ ᶠᵘⁿⁿʸ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ʸᵒᵘ ᵈᵒⁿ'ᵗ ᶠᵉᵉˡ ᵖᵃᶦⁿ, ʸᵒᵘ'ʳᵉ ˢᵒ ⁿᵘᵐᵇ ᵗᵒ ᵖᵃᶦⁿ ˡᵒᵛᵉ ʰᵃˢ ᶜʰᵃⁿᵍᵉᵈ, ᵇᵘᵗ ˢᵒᵐᵉᵗʰᶦⁿᵍ'ˢ ˢᵗʳᵃⁿᵍᵉ .❞ ι'м яєα∂ιηg уσυя ѕιgηѕ υηтιℓ ι ¢ℓιмαχ 🎙 Ꮺ ׁ✹ 𝗜𝗡 𝗪𝗛𝗜𝗖𝗛 ｡ ｡ ｡ ｡ Chris Brown and Dorjhe Manning were names well known in the industry. Chris, despite his checkered past never seemed to stop winning && Dorjhe, whilst being the nepo-baby of the century seemed intent on carving a name for herself in the industry by force. With a successful music career as the front-woman to a r&b girl group - as well as a Ghost Writer and Choreographer for all of the industry's best. Not to mention she was a top competitor in the clothing and cosmetics world amassing damn near 500 million followers thanks to her endeavors. Her only downside in her sea of success was her shit taste in men. After being cheated on by her long-term and first 'meaningful' industry relationship, Dorjhe links up with Chris, the ex-boyfriend of the woman her man had cheated on her with. Which in hindsight was probably not her best && brightest move. Fast forward to 2022 and now they're... beefing on the internet? chris brown 𝒙 jhe manning ── © venusdraco 2025 started ; may 12 2025 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝘁𝘂𝘀; 𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 ✓

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?"

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.