Romance has always been marketed as this clean, soft, candlelit thing. The empire of Hallmark and Instagram filters insists on polished love stories. Hands clasped in golden hour lighting, date nights documented like propaganda posters for stability. But collapse ruins that fantasy. When the system falls apart, romance doesn’t bloom. It mutates. It turns jagged, … Read more
I should probably start this by admitting I never meant to write Inventory. I sat down one night with every intention of outlining something normal. A dark romance maybe. A thriller. Something marketable. Instead my brain, bless its feral ADHD logic, went: what if men were the ones shoved into collars, filed, processed, controlled like … Read more
You found it. Somehow you tripped into my corner of the internet, and I’m not going to hold your hand or ease you in gently. This is Better To See It Raw, and that isn’t a cute tagline. It’s a warning. I don’t polish. I don’t package. I don’t wait … Read more