I write the kind of stories that leave smoke in your lungs and glass under your skin. Gothic machinery, ruined gods, hunger that looks like love-if it hurts, it belongs here. My work blends body horror, psychological decay, and the kind of intimacy that feels more like a cage than a cure.

Expect characters who bleed on purpose, houses that breathe, and control that never comes free. If you're here, you already know you want to look.

-Splicer Scorn