There was something about London.
Not the loud car filled streets, complete with bright red buses shining through the ever present rain.
No, I mean the dark, dangerous streets of 1867 London. A man’s silhouette, complete with a pipe, a pile of silk and taffeta under a flickerling lamp, dressed delicately but daggers in her eyes. A corset seen through a dusty shop window, begging to be sold.
That’s where I found my greatest love, the love I believed would define them all, Marta.
That is, until I met Kirsten.
(I clearly do not own the characters on stitchers, or stitchers itself, because if I did, camsten would be oh so canon)
(also, if the cover art is yours, sorry... let me know and I will credit you)
A Maybank and A Cameron? It's almost like a modern Romeo and Juliet. It's forbidden for them to be together. Could be the end of the world.
The stolen glances, the hidden feelings, the unspoken words, the secret meetings and the obvious hatred towards each other followed by constant conflicts and some hidden past that threatened them but there are always invisible strings tied and pulling them together no matter how hard the tides trying to pull and part them away from each other.