Serene Hawkins doesn't need saving. She doesn't need permission. And she sure as hell doesn't need a man telling her what lane to stay in.
With her own money, her own goals, and a reputation for being sharper than anyone expects. Despite her daddy being an infamous drug dealer, Serene has built everything in her life with bare hands and unapologetic ambition. Loyalty is rare. Trust is earned. And love? That's a luxury she refuses to budget for.
Then there's Travell Washington -street-smart, fine with trouble, and known for breaking hearts the way some men break promises. He's the guy mothers warn their daughters about: tattooed, hood-bred confidence, a mouth full of smooth lies, and a roster of women who swear they're "not like the others."
He doesn't catch feelings. He catches bodies, money, and opportunities.
So when Serene crosses his path-unbothered, unfazed, unimpressed-Travell finds himself thrown. She's the only woman who looks him dead in the eye like she could walk away without a second thought. And she means it.
Their chemistry is instant but their trust is not.
He's messy. She's disciplined.
He's danger. She's control.
He plays games. She ends them.
But the closer they orbit, the more he realizes that respect-real respect-isn't taken, bought, or demanded.
It's earned.