Hey, I’m Frodo—38, Australian, emotionally unstable but in a poetic way. I write steamy scenes and soul-crushing poetry because I never recovered from my first heartbreak… or my first Final Fantasy playthrough. If it’s dark, dramatic, or slightly unhinged, I’m into it.

I’m an elder emo millennial clinging to my black eyeliner and band tees like life rafts. I’ve got a thing for tortured characters, forbidden desires, and metaphors that hit harder than your ex’s mixtape. You’ll find me headbanging to metal, crying over music at 2am, or deep in a game pretending I’m not emotionally attached to my custom avatar (I am).

My humour is mostly self-deprecating with a dash of “did-they-just-say-that?” energy. Think chaotic good with a high charisma stat and a tendency to romance the NPCs.

This blog is my little corner of beautifully broken words, spicy escapism, and emotional whiplash. Welcome to the mess—I’ll bring the fire, you bring the feels.