My story misbehaves — it breaks rules on purpose. Call it fantasy, horror, romance, erotica, myth. Call it madness, lust, and loss. It’s all of those. And none. There are no heroes here. No tidy arcs, no safe tropes, no moral clarity. What you can expect is to be played. Technically, the story isn’t even mine. I’m just the vessel — inspired by algorithmic gods. If that bothers you, look elsewhere. If it excites you — grant me strength to keep my promise.

Requirements & Requests

I'm still learning, and this story is far from tame. I'd deeply appreciate thoughtful feedback — especially if you felt something, or found yourself lost or disturbed in ways you didn't expect. Please don't worry about the line edits unless something truly jars. I'm most interested in how it made you feel, what confused or intrigued you, and where the rhythm breaks. Even if it's just a single sentence that struck you — I want to know why.

Comparable Stories:

Imagine if The Broken Sword, The King of Elfland's Daughter, The Dreaming Tree, The Hobbit, The Claiming of Sleep Beauty, The Bloody Chamber, The Misfortunes of Virtue, and Story of the Eye had a baby...

Trigger Warnings:

EXPLICIT CONTENT. Contains rites of flesh and will. Consent frays. Boundaries blur. This tale is neither clean nor kind. READER DISCRETION IS NOT ONLY ADVISED - IT'S REQUIRED.