@Caffeine_Pls
I don’t just write.
I bleed rage into ink.
I carve every scream, every bone-crack, every betrayal into the page like a scar.
I don't flinch from the violence — I embrace it. Because pain has rhythm. Chaos has choreography. And brutality, when written right, flows like poetry dipped in gasoline and lit on fire.
I understand the mind behind the monster, the silence before the punch, and the fear in the eyes right before the final breath. That’s where my pen lives — in the seconds most people skip.
Every fight I write is a memory, not a fantasy. Every blow has weight. Every death has a purpose. I make sure the reader feels the bruises — not just reads them.
But it’s not just gore for gore’s sake. It’s power, it’s revenge, it’s survival.
My stories are brutal because life is.
Smooth, because I’ve lived in the storm long enough to know how to dance in it.
I write like I’m sharpening a blade.
Slow. Precise. Fatal.
