ꜱᴛᴀʀᴛᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ᴋɪꜱꜱ.. ..ᴏʜ, ᴡᴇ ᴍᴜꜱᴛ ꜱᴛᴏᴘ ᴍᴇᴇᴛɪɴɢ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜɪꜱ 𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐘 𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐊 𝐌𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐒, Aphrodite, the goddess of love and sex, is portrayed as jealous and vengeful toward mortal women who rival her in beauty or attract attention from the wrong men (especially her favorites). None of us believed in curses, not really. But when Madison Roseanne Fisher stepped off the boat that summer, all sun-kissed skin, big beautiful blue eyes and a hat bigger than her head was, we should've known something was going to happen. She was too beautiful. The kind of girl boys fall for fast, and girls grow to hate. Johnny Sinclair, my cousin, looked at her like he already loved her. And maybe that, that right there, was the curse. Not a spell or a myth. Just what happens when a girl like Madison is loved too much, too quickly, on an island like this.

𝐒𝐒. | ❛ might be crazy to stick this out but we can't see all the flames around. ❜ ⁰⁰ 𝐒𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐒. © 𝒘𝒆 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒂𝒓𝒔 ━ season 1 fem!oc x male!oc 07 | 03 | 2025.

charlotte ames came from money. old money. though, that money really never did too much for her. charlotte was born to pure elegance, yet raised until the age of nine by her opioid addicted mother. when everyone has left her behind, only her family's closest friends, the sinclair family, are left. between charlotte ames's golden hair, tall stature, and monumental trust fund, she fits perfectly into the lives of this coastal, cashmere-soft family who spend their summers on their private beechwood island. in fact, she fits in even better with the "liars," cadence, mirren, johnny, and gat. charlotte has spent her years, and especially summers, indulging in sinclair summers, parties, and even skirmish bickerings. she is one of the "american royalty" who live in this perfect, perfect world. well, perfect until you look closer. there was an accident the summer of sixteen. exactly what, charlotte cannot seem to remember, as she does her best to drown herself in pills and flickerings of memories. what she can remember: being desperately in love with johny sinclair; reckless, impossible, and as carved into her as the shoreline. their story has always felt written in salt air and champagne bubbles. but when the lies they've all been telling start to surface, charlotte must untangle the truth from trauma, memory from in-between the pills, and love from legacy. when she returns to the island summer 17, charlotte finds herself in a haunting romance steeped in vintage linen, beach lilies, seashells, and the ache of trying to remember the fire she may have started. charlotte will soon learn beautiful people do terrible things, and old money can't fix burns this deep. season 1 // female oc x johnny sinclair childhood friends to lovers

"I didn't tell anyone, but a bird told me that you were in town." - Lana Del Rey I met him the summer everything burned. Johnny Sinclair. Sharp jaw, blood on his hands, always looking for ghosts - never realizing I was one. He said I was just a memory. I said he used to love me. The truth is: I don't remember if I died first, or if he did. But I remember his hands. I remember the way he looked at me like I was made of smoke and glass. And I remember this: He said I was pretty when I cried.

Marlowe Wurthington had spent every summer since she was six in Beechwood Island. Home of the Perfect Sinclair family. The Wurthington and Sinclair patriarchs had always been business friends but when their eldest grandchildren were all born within a year of each other that only grew. Every summer the Wurthington family would vacation to France- until they didn't.

„As June runs into warm July I think of little else but you." Johnny Sinclair x Fem!Oc