Why I Write People I Shouldn’t Love

Let’s get one thing straight: I don’t write heroes.
I write damage wrapped in skin, seduction soaked in shame, and the kinds of connections that look a little too much like obsession if you tilt your head wrong. Or right.

When I started Mirror Games: Something to Break, I didn’t sit down thinking, “Let’s craft a morally complex character arc through erotic tension and psychological collapse.” No. I was just tired of pretending that power only belongs to people who look put together.
I was falling apart—and honestly, I wanted to watch someone else do it too.

So, I gave you Seren. A woman who’s not strong in the way we’re used to celebrating. She’s spiraling, stuck in a world that rewards nice girls and neat endings. And I gave her Blake. A man who doesn’t want to dominate, but can’t stop trying to control the wreckage inside him.

Together? They’re the story I couldn’t stop telling.

Writing Is a Mirror (and Sometimes a Weapon)

People ask if I base my characters on real experiences. The answer is: not exactly.
But the feelings? The nights I stared at my ceiling wishing someone would just say the right thing, or leave me alone in exactly the way I needed? Those are all in there. I write what I didn’t have words for at the time—and then I dress it in leather and tension and see who flinches first.

Music, Moods, and Controlled Chaos

I wrote most of Something to Break with my headphones on and the world off. You can find the playlist here.
Spoiler: it’s a rollercoaster of lust, grief, and songs you probably cried to alone at 2 a.m.
(Not that I did that. Obviously.)

What You’ll Get Here

This blog is a mix of everything I probably shouldn’t say out loud:

  • Behind-the-scenes chaos
  • Thoughts on power, pleasure, and performance
  • Writing truths (and lies I tell myself to finish a chapter)
  • Playlists, sneak peeks, and emotional confessionals I’ll regret later

If you’re into messy stories about people who love too hard and break even harder, you’re in the right place.

Welcome to my mirror. You can look. Just don’t ask me to smile.

—Cass

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