I write from the places that ache, the spaces under your skin where memories leave marks.

This page holds fiction drenched in truth. Real feelings dressed as characters. Stories that speak in whispers, scream in silence, and bleed in ink. Some of it is mine. Some of it could be yours.

You'll find messy love, soft rage, lust that lingers, heartbreak that hums, and healing that doesn't always arrive gently.

I'm not here for perfect endings. I'm here for the real ones, the kind that hurt, the kind that free you.

Every story I write is a scar turned into a sentence. A secret that chose not to stay hidden.

Call me TruthInInkAndSkin.
Read slow. Feel everything. And if something grips you, let it stay.