She writes with ink made of shadows and sarcasm, a girl who bleeds words like confessions whispered in the dark. A hater with eyeliner sharper than her metaphors, she's unafraid to let her pen dance through the chaos of dirty thoughts and twisted truths. Her voice is unapologetic-raw, untamed, dipped in a dangerous kind of elegance.

But don't mistake her darkness for destruction. Beneath the fire and fangs, she craves peace more than anything. She finds her calm in starlit silence, in the rhythm of words stitched together like a lullaby for her restless soul. She adores love-not the ordinary kind that fits neatly into clichés, but fictional love, the kind that smolders in impossible worlds, where passion is poetry and heartbreak is holy.

To her, writing isn't just creation-it's rebellion. Every sentence is a dagger wrapped in velvet. Every story is a sanctuary for her contradictions: bold yet soft, chaotic yet serene, dark but always chasing the light.