Emotionally unstable, but make it literature.
I will absolutely drop five chapters at 3am because the ✨hyperfocus goblins✨ won't let me rest until the emotional damage is done.

Expect: angst, smut, sunflowers, and soul-crushing sadness-served hot.

Currently unspooling a Levi Ackerman x Reader fic that reads like a love letter written in blood and regret.
It's all longing, sharp silences, and intimacy that feels like a knife fight in a thunderstorm.
Yes, I cry. No, I won't stop.

Fueled by coffee and unresolved trauma.