Nathan Prescott
The Privileged Storm of Arcadia Bay
Born to rule, built to fall apart.
You think you know me from the headlines, but the real Nathan's in the margins—sketching nightmares, swallowing pills, and playing god with lives I pretend I don't care about. I was raised on legacy and lies, and I wear both like a designer suit that's two sizes too tight. If you're still reading, you're either curious or stupid. Maybe both.
What I'm Into: Blackwell Academy rumors, chaotic canvases, Mark Jefferson's approval, prescription pills, Rachel's last words
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