JavaBean32
Bio
Started as fanfiction. Now becoming something more.
This story was born from a love of characters who aren’t safe—sharp-edged, obsessive, and too much in all the ways that matter. Characters like Vox, who wrap power around pain like armor, who perform control while quietly falling apart for the one person who sees through it.
I’ve always been drawn to the ones who love like it’s a ruinous thing. Who ache. Who worship. Who would burn the world down if it meant you’d stay. Not perfect love—but possessive, feral, reverent love. The kind that undoes you slowly.
It’s why I fell for Vox. Why I’ve always loved men like Spike, Eliot Spencer, the Phantom, Loki, Snape, Thranduil—men full of contradiction. Gentle in private. Ruthless in public. The ones who crack their knuckles around obsession and call it devotion. The ones who aren’t good for the world—but might be good for her.
What started as a Hazbin Hotel fanfic is now growing into an original novel—dark romance set in a new world, with new names, but the same heart. The same heat. The same dangerous man on his knees for the woman who sees him.
This story is for the ones who fall for villains because they feel more honest than heroes. For anyone who’s ever looked at the worst man in the room and thought: He’d never hurt me. Not really. Not if he was mine.
It’s a story about darkness meeting its match in warmth. About coffee and chaos, tenderness and teeth. About a plus girl who never asked for a war—and the Overlord who chose her anyway.