Just a girl with a heart full of storms and stardust, turning emotions into ink.
I don't write stories-I bleed soft confessions, sharp truths, and daydreams that bite.
Prompts dipped in love, jealousy, ache, and the kind of longing that lingers late into the night.
Flirt with the words if you dare... they flirt back.
Sometimes it's just a prompt... sometimes it's a whole love story waiting to ruin your sleep.
Read gently-some words bruise. Some burn. All of them are mine.