Welcome to the Cathedral

I write for the ones who’ve crawled through broken glass and came out burning.

In my worlds, constellations fall, embers refuse to die, and villains remember what it means to be human—whether they want to or not. Love is never easy. Grief doesn’t ask permission. And betrayal? It leaves scars you can’t scrub out.

You’ll meet killers who bleed for love and hearts that shine even when shattered.

I live on rain, coffee, and myth—and I don’t believe in clean endings. If you’ve ever loved something you shouldn’t, if you’ve ever held onto hope with bloody hands—

Rain-washed streets. Stained glass hearts. Come inside. - Welcome to the Cathedral.