What if a photography twink and an emotionally repressed actor who hasn’t cried since Bush was in office fell in love, ruined each other, and then healed so hard you’d need four seasons to chart it?
Our Seasons in Monochrome is an enemies-to-lovers epic featuring:
Broken generational cycles
Survival after narcissistic family systems
Hot boys processing emotions poorly
It’s tender. It’s toxic. It’s transcendent. It devoured my soul, then made it worth it.
Click to witness trauma bonding, codependency, and gay yearning so intense it might qualify as performance art (well a preview of it, anyway).
What if a photography twink and an emotionally repressed actor who hasn’t cried since Bush was in office fell in love, ruined each other, and then healed so hard you’d need four seasons to chart it?
Our Seasons in Monochrome is an enemies-to-lovers epic featuring:
Broken generational cycles
Survival after narcissistic family systems
Hot boys processing emotions poorly
It’s tender. It’s toxic. It’s transcendent. It devoured my soul, then made it worth it.
Click to witness trauma bonding, codependency, and gay yearning so intense it might qualify as performance art (well a preview of it, anyway).