hellloooo heres a prototype for a prologue of a Luke Castellan x an OC ff im trying to write!! lmk how it can improvee!!! enjoiii
Meredith Monroe looked like she had been born from a clam in place of a pearl. Her lips had been sculpted by an Italian great. Her eyes showed like Juliet, if she hadn’t met such a tragic end. Her hair was spun from satin, sunsets and champagne. Every person who had the luck of being able to hold her hand, had to force themselves to let go. This is why everyone in Camp Half Blood and surrounding Long Island Sound was jealous of Luke Castellan. Luke Castellan did get to hold her hand. He got to gaze unapologetically into her eyes. He got to run his hands through her hair. He got to feel her lips on his. People tried to get her attention, get her to hate him. Nothing in the world could separate Romeo from Juliet, and nothing would separate Meredith Monroe and Luke Castellan.
