I write porn. But make it dark, dangerous, and a little too honest.
I’m the kind of writer who lives somewhere between your favorite filthy fantasy and your worst emotional damage—and I like it there. My genre? Pornographic dark romance. Think obsession, power plays, broken hearts, twisted love, and the kind of sex that leaves bruises on more than just your skin.
My stories don’t come with seatbelts. They come with safewords (optional), villains you want to fuck, and lovers who might destroy you—but you’ll thank them afterward. I don’t write clean or cute. I write messy, raw, bloodstained passion with bite marks, gasps, and a few “I shouldn’t want this, but god, I do” moments. If that scares you, we probably wouldn’t get along. But if it excites you… yeah, you’re mine now.
I live for morally gray characters, taboo tension, power imbalances, and all the twisted ways love shows up when it’s not supposed to. I don’t believe in easy. I believe in earned. In craving. In making you beg, cry, and then do it all over again—just one more chapter.
Is it romantic? Sometimes. Is it porn? Absolutely. But it’s also heartbreak, healing, fantasy, and fire. It’s not about perfect love—it’s about imperfect people finding the one person who matches their darkness.
And hey, I’m not always serious. Sometimes I take a break from corrupting fictional souls to drink too much coffee, flirt with strangers on the internet, or have deep emotional conversations with my cat about villain arcs. I love what I do. I love writing what most people are afraid to say out loud.
So, welcome to my wicked little world.
Stay curious. Stay filthy.
And remember: the safe word is probably more.