The black Swan (WillXOC)
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She was born to be perfect.
Avrora Torrance - daughter of Gabriel, masterpiece of Natalya - a ballerina sculpted into porcelain.
Graceful. Obedient. Untouchable.
But porcelain cracks.
Behind the satin shoes and the flawless pirouettes lies a girl who smokes on rooftops, hides poetry in her journals, and dreams of escape.
And then there's him.
Will Grayson.
Chaos in sneakers. Fire wrapped in laughter. The storm she was never meant to touch.
Snow White or Black Swan - every fairytale has a curse.
And every curse has a price.
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