⋆𐙚₊˚⊹ - 𝓶𝔂 𝓼𝓸𝓯𝓽 𝓵𝓲𝓽𝓽𝓵𝓮 𝓬𝓸𝓻𝓷𝓮𝓻- ⊹˚₊𐙚⋆

I exist here like a ripple of moonlight - quiet, endless, and always wandering toward soft places. This space is my little fragile universe, spun out of stardust metaphors, late-night emotions, and the kind of magic you only feel when everyone else is asleep.

I write for the dreamers -
the ones who overthink, overwish, overlove,
the ones who find themselves in fictional faces more easily than mirrors.
My stories live between eyelashes and breath, somewhere in the hush between wanting and having.

I adore tension - the slow-burning kind.
The "we're definitely too close but I'm not moving" kind.
The heartbeat-pausing, lip-parting, millimeter-away kind.
Not loud spice, just subtle electricity -
the kind that crawls under your skin and refuses to leave.

But even with the spark, everything stays soft here.
My characters love gently, kiss slowly, and fall like they were always meant to.
They carry quiet storms inside them -
the kind that don't destroy, just reshape.
I write them tender, flawed, beautiful, aching.
Because I think we're all a little like that.

I believe in soul-deep connections - the ones that don't require noise to exist.
The kind where a single look feels like a whole paragraph.
The kind where silence isn't awkward, it's intimate.

Every chapter I write is a little universe of its own.
A soft echo.
A quiet confession.
A warm hand reaching out in the dark.
And if any of my words sit softly in your chest... that's enough for me.
That's everything, actually.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡