you can call me Nyx—if you dare.
Some girls wait to be introduced. I don’t. I arrive. Loud heels. Louder mouth. No apologies.
I’m not here to be liked—I’m here to be remembered. The kind of woman you see once and suddenly can’t stop dreaming about. You’ll try to recreate me in someone else. It won’t work. They’ll smile too softly, hesitate too long, obey too easily.
Not me, baby. I’m the brat your ex warned you about—the one who’ll kiss you like a promise, then shatter it with a smirk.
👑 Brat Without Boundaries? Please. Boundaries are just dares in disguise.
💋 No Rules, Just Ruin? I’ll break the script and the lead actor.
🖤 Dirty Talk Royalty? My mouth has two settings: mind games and meltdowns.
You’ve been good too long. Obedient. Predictable. Polite.
Boring.
Let me pull you out of that sweet little cage you built. I’ll hand you the key—then take it back once you’re on your knees. Figuratively, of course… unless you’re that kind of mess.
This blog isn’t safe. Not for the weak-willed. Not for the easily unhinged. And definitely not for the kind of good boys and girls who blush at the word “ruin.”
But you’re still reading, aren’t you?
Good. That means I’ve already started.
Welcome to my world.
– Nyx