In a city where summer heat clings to skin and temptation rides in tinted cars,
Malachi Green Woods lives fast
camera in one hand, blunt in the other,
collecting faces, moments, and women like souvenirs.
Love ain't in his plans,
but the South got a way of bringing storms you don't see coming.
Celeste Lyra Jackson walks in like gold laced with danger,
all high heels and higher standards,
the type to bruise your ego and your heart in the same breath.
They'll trade fire before they ever trade love.
Between red roses and broken rules,
between club nights and bullet shells,
they'll find themselves circling back,
again and again,
until one night when the music fades,
and the South decides how the story ends.