In the Beginning…

Every story has a heartbeat.

Mine started with two teenagers who had no idea what they were waking up inside themselves.

Kadynce Sovée Darionne and Jayse Bronx Josaire. Even their names felt like they were meant to collide. She was reason in human form, sugar with an edge, the kind of girl who planned things just enough to still get surprised. And Jayse… he was the flame that didn’t apologize for burning. Loud when he wanted to be, quiet when it mattered, a little reckless, a little magnetic, the kind of boy who makes you believe chaos could be charming.

They met in that sweet spot between youth and consequence, when time still stretches and love doesn’t yet know the weight of itself. Their world was simple: music, inside jokes, too many almost kisses. They laughed about everything and promised nothing because it all already felt written.

There’s something about first love that fools you into thinking it will always be this light, this easy, this full of forever.

But I’ll tell you a secret. Light always casts a shadow.

And theirs was waiting just outside the frame, patient, quiet, already writing itself in the dark.

I go back to them often. To that golden hour of life when everything still feels untouched, when two hearts believe they can outwrite fate. Maybe because somewhere inside me, that kind of belief still lives, fragile, glowing, unwilling to let go.

I wish I could say it stayed that way. That their laughter lasted, that the fire never turned to smoke. But love, real love, always asks for something in return.

And theirs will cost more than they ever imagined.

That’s where their story begins.

Not in tragedy, not in fire,

but in that impossible space where innocence meets inevitability.

These are the kinds of characters I love to get lost in, the ones who live between truth and temptation, where love feels sacred and dangerous all at once. I’m drawn to stories that blur the line between what’s real and what’s imagined, where fiction dares to hold hands with memory.

I write from that edge, where the heart misbehaves and the forbidden feels a lot like truth. Because sometimes the only way to tell a story honestly is to let it lie a little, to dress your truth in someone else’s skin, and see what it reveals when no one’s looking.

Maybe that’s why I started with them.

Kadynce and Jayse.

Two souls who taught me that love stories don’t just live on paper, they breathe through us, twist us, and sometimes break us just to prove they were real.

So here we are.

At the beginning.

Let’s see how far this story is willing to go.

Until next time,

Skotti