I write not just to tell stories, but to understand the ones we're living. I'm a collector of silences, strange metaphors, and moments when two people pause and just know. I believe real connection is written not in grand declarations, but in the quiet patience of shared pages. If you speak fluent curiosity, laugh in parentheses, and sometimes feel more at home in a book than at a party — we might just be chapters from the same story

I'm not looking for a hero or a muse — just someone real. A man who has read a few books, lived a few storms, and still believes in kindness. Someone who listens not to reply, but to understand. Who knows that love isn’t fireworks every day, but a quiet, steady fire that never stops warming the room. Bonus points if you believe that wonder doesn’t end with childhood — or that the best stories are co-written.