36. Male. Not your average storyteller.
I've seen evil face to face - not in a movie, not on a screen. I've bled beside it. Laughed with it. Slept with it. I've been locked behind bars, betrayed by friends, and kissed by the kind of darkness most people spend their whole lives running from. Spoiler alert: it doesn't run. It waits. And I walked right into it.

I've sold drugs. I've broken laws. I've committed crimes that don't get washed away in Sunday prayers. But I've also loved. Deep. Twisted. Obsessive love. The kind that rips you open and stitches you back together in all the wrong ways.

I'm not here to play it safe. I write what I know - broken men, dangerous women, betrayal, obsession, control, and survival. My stories aren't cute. They're beautiful in that wrecked, cigarette-burned, lipstick-smeared kind of way.

If you're looking for fairy tales, you're lost. But if you want something real, something raw, something that bites back - step into my world.