currently writing:
— once upon a waltz

disclaimer: everything in this thread belongs to me except for the images used to make the aesthetics and ofc the music because I can’t sing for shit lmao ANYWAYS this is me trying to ward off any potential plagiarisers and give myself a little self plug

wattpad link: https://www.wattpad.com/story/269161996?utm_source=ios&utm_medium=link&utm_content=share_writing&wp_page=create&wp_uname=emrywrites&wp_originator=VE5ys2cCx7sH%2F0V2a%2FlTOLsQr9JHs0L3VWNpbixsNJF4d3shrMsNBGKts6mqEeT0Iq6lQ%2B00ZONHHyp9uUgP6iyQMf6rr43aZ3Hhv%2B3lDVtNXf0zvTX1N%2Fgrv05qGIpJ

playlist: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/2fBLUkKJLFCrx8847i04sx?si=8XfuXChARHO6gspNbW-fJg&dl_branch=1

❝Your sad eyes told me to stay. So I took a gamble on fate and decided you were worth the fall.❞

One whirlwind dance. A stolen kiss on a late summers night evening. An aftermath that leaves them both questioning everything they've ever known and wanted.

Geneva Adair's got a lonely heart and Nathanial Prescott's built walls made of steel.

But sometimes fairytales aren't just bottled up dreams. Sometimes the jar slips and all that magic spills out.

Is one waltz enough to cast a spell?

「 THE EXCLUSIVES 」

— GENEVA "GEN" ADAIR

❝You feel like that place I've been searching for my whole life: home.❞

— OCTAVIA RHODES

❝I want him to kiss me and not in the platonic kind of way.❞

— CARMELA RUSCITTI

❝Whiskey eyes, smoky lies. Wanna hug under moonlit skies?❞

— NATHANIAL "NATE" PRESCOTT

❝Sinners kneel when kisses kill.❞

— QUINN ASTOR

❝She's everywhere except for in my bed.❞

— SEBASTIAN RHODES

❝You're a nosey little fucker aren't you?❞