Hi. I write emotionally unstable people falling in love. 

My desk looks like a small, literary crime scene. Books are stacked in architectural defiance of physics, there are at least three half-finished drafts open at any given time, and a coffee cup that may or may not be older than some of my plotlines is permanently within reach.

Most days you'll find me hunched over a typewriter (yes, really), fueled by coffee that's gone cold because I forgot it existed mid-sentence. I always "just sit down to write for a minute," and somehow resurface four hours later with a messy bun that's become less of a hairstyle and more of a lifestyle. I write like my desk looks... chaotic, caffeinated, and slightly unhinged. My arms are inked with stories I haven't told yet.

I write romance with teeth. Longing that lingers. Characters who make questionable decisions but mean well. I like tension that simmers, dialogue that feels too real, and emotional stakes that hurt.

Somewhere in this chaos there's always a fox- don't ask questions, just accept it as part of the lore.

If you're here for slow burns, complicated people, sharp banter, found family that stays with you, and the kind of connection that feels inevitable from the first glance, you're in the right place.

I believe in messy drafts, big feelings, and writing the story that won't leave you alone.

Pull up a chair. Mind the paper piles.

We're making magic out of mess over here.