𝐖𝐞𝐬𝐭-𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐑𝐨𝐬𝐞

Out here, beauty don't mean peace.

Just 'cause a girl got curls that bounce in the sunlight, hips that sway like melodies, and a smile too soft for the world she live in-don't mean she ain't walked through hell barefoot.

On the West Side of Cali, girls like Isabella Kehlani Valentina ain't rare.
But girls like her-real, unbothered, and still standing after the storm?
Yeah... that's pressure.

She grew up in a house where love came with conditions.
Where her momma's words cut deeper than any blade,
And her pops?
His silence spoke louder than his fists ever did.

So she learned to move light.
Look pretty.
Stay guarded.

She don't chase boys, don't believe in fairy tales, and sure as hell ain't got time for no quarterback with too many hoes and too much charm.

But Xavier Sekani Santos ain't just another name in the hallway.

He got the kind of presence that makes the air shift.
The kinda voice that could talk a girl out her principles.
But he don't know yet-this girl?
She ain't fallin' like the rest.

Not today.
Not tomorrow.
Not until he proves he can handle her truth.
Her darkness.
Her softness.
All of it.

See... this ain't a love story.

This is a slow war between ego and emotion.
Between pain and healing.
Between a boy who wants to be loved,
And a girl who refuses to be broken.

And in the middle of all that?

Two hearts.
One city.
Too much history.

So yeah-call her cold if you want.
Say she got walls up.
But know this-

Even the prettiest rose got roots in the dirt.
And if you ain't ready to bleed?

Don't try to pick her.