By day I'm the one covered in paint and snacks, wrangling toddlers and turning tears into laughter. My mornings start with lukewarm coffee  and mismatched socks because why not? I'm a little clumsy and a lot quirky but fiercely protective of the magic I carry inside.

When night falls, I'm pulled into shadows where dragons breathe fire and fae courts whisper secrets. My restless soul lives in dark pages filled with ancient myths and dangerous magic. I don't just read stories I dive into worlds where heroes are flawed and danger waits around every corner.

I'm obsessed with tales tangled in curses, forbidden love, and lost kingdoms. If it has dragons, fae, witches, or cursed knights, I'm hooked. I keep strange trivia about mythical beasts and often debate which dragon rules supreme or which fae court hides the darkest power.

I'm engaged to my best friend who puts up with my obsession and my failed attempts at baking enchanted cupcakes. He's my anchor when my imagination pulls me deep into wild stories.

When not chasing kids or myths, I paint watercolor landscapes. Each splash of color reminds me of magical forests and rivers that sing ancient songs. I'm no artist but every brushstroke feels like holding a little magic in my hands.

I live for stories that scorch my heart and twist my mind. I stay up late reading because the story won't let go. I crave that feeling where fear and wonder mix and every page beats like a heartbeat.

i'm stubborn, curious, and a little clumsy. I keep a notebook full of quotes, character names, and story ideas I might write someday. I believe in magic, not the kind that fixes everything, but the kind that lives in small moments like laughter, twilight shadows, and powerful stories.

Thank you Tayz for this account. I've found a home for my love of dragons, dark magic, and fae whispers. This is my doorway to wild, untamed worlds that feed my restless heart. I can now share my obsession and find friends who understand the fire inside.