Obsidian

Akwande Eleanor Cele, with her laugh that crackles like a summer thunderstorm over the rolling hills of Kwa‑Zulu, steps into the bustling streets of Sandton in Gauteng, her silk‑soft hair catching the golden afternoon light as she weaves through high‑rise glass façades and chic cafés, each step a graceful dance that turns heads and quickens pulses; across the plaza, Nkazimulo Bantu Zungu-known to friends as "Zungu" for his effortless charm-leans against a polished steel column, his dark eyes flickering like embers beneath a sky of amber, and when their gazes finally lock, it's as if the city's hum narrows to a single, sizzling thread that pulls them together, sparking a heat that feels both forbidden and inevitable, like the first bite of a spicy peri‑peri bite that leaves your lips tingling and your heart racing; as they share stories over steaming cups of rooibos tea in a rooftop garden overlooking the glittering skyline, their hands brushing like accidental sparks, the chemistry between Akwande's fierce intelligence and Nkazimulo's warm, steady humor ignites a romance that swells and softens Akwande's heart.