Supernatural worlds where desire sharpens to a blade, where fame and fortune glitter like glass just before it shatters. Women who do not bend, who claim the spotlight and the shadows alike, holding power in places designed to strip it away.
On Threads, I write quick fics for fleeting sparks and brief glimpses into obsessions that haunt and linger. Here, those fragments deepen into full worlds: stories of control and surrender, hunger and fame, the kind of power that remakes everything it touches.
Every tale is a descent into glittering chaos, into dangerous intimacy, into the places where light fades and the dark remembers your name.
Step closer. The curtain is drawn, the stage lit. But what waits beneath the surface is never what it seems.