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The atmosphere inside the house was thick with a nervous, electric energy that made the very walls feel alive.

The frantic, rhythmic tapping of heels against the polished wood floors fractured the quiet.

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Kathawrts

I write the stories that live between the heartbeats. My worlds blur the lines between hero and villain, where love is pain and the softest moments are built on dark foundations. Every character has a voice, and every story has a purpose.