December 4th, 1999. Harlem ain't been the same since.
Malik never needed to say much. The streets spoke for him. His name rang bells from 125th to the Bronx, and not 'cause he was loud, but 'cause he was solid. Quiet power. The kind of man that moved in silence, but everybody felt his presence when he walked in.
25 years old, born in the winter, raised in the cold. Not just the weather — life too. Mama worked doubles. Daddy? Never showed. So the block raised him, taught him lessons school could never. By 16, he was knee-deep in the game. Not for clout. Not for fun. Survival.
Now? He ran things. Not no kingpin fairytale, but he had weight. Moved smart, stayed clean, never left a trail. If you knew Malik, you respected him. If you crossed him, you regretted it. Simple.
But even with all that, he wasn't reckless. He wasn't the flashy type. No big crowds. No wild parties. Just him, his people, his bag, and his silence. He dressed lowkey — black fits, iced out chains, hair neat — always watchin'. Always ten steps ahead. A protector to those he loved. A problem to those he didn't.
Love? Malik ain't believe in that. Not no fairy tale, not no happy ending. In his world, feelings got you killed. Emotions got you caught. He done seen too many fall for the wrong girl, or love too hard and lose focus. That couldn't be him.
He was built from the block. Cold from the start. And his heart?
Unavailable.
At least, until she showed up.
a/n
y'all ian know what song to put frl but ian really fwi if it's corny puhhlease lmkkk.
Second chapter how y'all feeling i'm ngl ion fw it yet but next chapter it's gonna get better hopefully
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