I do not write about love as something gentle or pure. I write about what lives beneath it, where obsession coils, where desire burns, where attraction feels almost predatory. In my stories, love is never soft. It is consuming, volatile, and frightening in its depth. My characters love with a force so absolute it erodes the line between devotion and destruction. Affection curdles into resentment, tenderness into hunger, until love and hate become indistinguishable echoes of the same dark, relentless passion. 🖤