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Ivy Di Laurentis looks like she has it all.
She's a Briar ballerina with talent, discipline, and the kind of old-money New York background that makes people assume her life has always been easy. Beautiful, polished, and completely put together, she's the girl everyone notices and no one really knows. Because behind the control and perfect posture is someone who's tired of living by other people's rules.
And then there's me.
Cole Tanner. Musician. Rule-breaker. Idiot, apparently. I know better than to go anywhere near Ivy. She's my best friend's cousin, which means she's off-limits by default. Add in the fact that I've spent the last year believing love and sex are the fastest way to lose my inspiration, and she should be the easiest girl in the world to avoid. Except she isn't.
Not after Tahoe. Not after one look. Not after realizing the girl who seems the most untouchable is the one I can't stop writing songs about.
The more time I spend with Ivy, the worse it gets. She gets under my skin, into my head, and straight into every lyric I can't seem to finish without her. And if my superstition is right, that makes her dangerous.
Because if Ivy becomes my muse, I could lose everything. But if I let her go, I already know I'll lose more.