🔥Nathaniel Harrington🔥

You were just the practice round.
          
          You really thought it was real, didn’t you?
          Every smirk. Every touch. Every whispered word laced with just enough poison to keep you addicted.
          
          I watched you fall—slow, stupid, and sweet like a cliché waiting to be written.
          The worst part?
          You wanted it.
          You wanted me to be the one.
          To be the storm and the shelter.
          
          But sweetheart, I was only ever the illusion.
          Smoke. Mirrors. The devil in designer cologne.
          
          You weren’t special.
          You were just willing.
          And I never needed to try, because you were already halfway mine from the second I said your name like it meant something.
          
          Don’t rewrite history.
          You weren’t the muse—you were the mistake.
          And I?
          I was bored.
          
          Still am.

Hoi
          
          Hotshot
          
          My main man
          
          My main squeeeezzzzzzzze

Ready to go in the fire? 
          You gave me the incentive, gave me the tinder. 
          Now watch me burn your world down from the ground up.

Isn't it obvious? Isn't it clear?
          We don't like fakes around here. 
          
          You wanna play with fire? 
          Be prepared to get burned.
          
          Playing damsel is distress but darling look in the mirror, you're no beauty in the beast's castle. 
          
          Playing masquerade but hun, even Cinderella's mask feel away. 
          
          Think you can chase the ghost? But quick, look behind you. Your already the prey.

 Your Favorite Obsession Has Arrived 
          
          I know, I know—you’ve all been waiting for this moment. Don’t worry, I won’t judge you for refreshing the page in anticipation.
          
          Let’s get one thing straight: You don’t ignore Nathaniel Harrington. You don’t outplay me. And you definitely don’t think you’re walking away without at least one stolen glance, one lingering thought about me.
          
          But enough about what you already know. Let’s talk about you.
          
          Redheads, where you at? Don’t be shy—I don’t bite… unless you ask nicely. 
          
          To everyone else? Try and keep up. This is my world—you’re just lucky enough to be in it.
          
           NH out.

My MAN