It’s like my brain staged a coup while I was just trying to be a responsible adult writer.

I’m here, minding my own goddamn business, polishing my anthology pieces, wrestling my main novel into something that resembles a coherent book, and suddenly my imagination kicks the door open like the world’s worst roommate yelling, “Surprise. Two new novels. They’re your problem now.”

Bro. I did not order this. I don’t even have shelf space.

I’m just trying to revise a draft without crying into my keyboard, but no, apparently productivity comes bundled with chaos. I thought I was being efficient. Turns out I was just summoning more children. Literary children. Multiplying like rabbits that have never heard of contraception.

The anthology wants love. The main novel wants therapy. And now two newborn plot-creatures are clawing at my ankles like, “Hi. We’re shiny. Pay attention to us or we will haunt you at 3 a.m.”

Honestly it feels like being in a polycule with stories. Except none of them communicate, all of them are needy, and I am the only adult in the room pretending I know what I’m doing.

Anyway. Guess I’m writing four books at once now.

They’ve always been a little too sharp for the room. Brilliant, restless, impossible to pin down. The kind of person who feels everything and pretends not to.

One night, the performance slips. Neon, sound, and someone who doesn’t quite look away. What follows is physical, strange, and harder to forget than it should be.

It ends before dawn, but the air still hums. The kind of silence that sounds like something unfinished.

Signal and Noise (ACFR #4) A story about connection and disconnection, about what happens when someone stops performing long enough to be seen.

Free to read now. For mature readers, contains explicit content.

The Rope and the Robe continues the Arakawa Confidential world, where silence carries secrets and intimacy hides behind ritual.

This story steps away from Bar Venus to a shrine at the edge of the city, where stillness has weight and devotion takes a form she was never meant to see. A single act, witnessed by accident, turns order into revelation. It’s about service. About surrender. About the quiet tremor that moves through body and spirit when boundaries start to dissolve.

You don’t need to read the first two reports to understand this one. But if it feels a little too intense, maybe start with Slippery When Wet or Under Control. They’ll ease you in before the rope, um, tightens.

For mature readers. Reader discretion advised.

And yes, like the others, it’s completely free to read. No paywall. No subscription. Just another story from a world that keeps finding the sacred in the dark.

New story from the Arakawa Confidential Field Reports - Slippery When Wet.

If Under Control was the quiet before the storm, this is the thunder that follows.

Bar Venus hums like temptation dressed in velvet. Momo’s the new girl, all sugar and bite. Rina’s the bartender who’s been pretending control is the same thing as peace.

They both learn it isn’t.

It starts with mischief. It ends with a choice. Mostly F/F with some M/F to set the scene, and a lot of emotional humidity.

For mature readers, so read responsibly, pretty please.

Against all common sense and at least three internal warnings from my better judgment, Under Control is now officially out in the world.

It’s a freebie. A side story. A warm-up act before the main chaos. I finished the full novel (the one I’ve been, ummm, muttering about to myself for months) and I’m deep in revisions, so I thought I’d start introducing the side characters who refuse to stay politely in the background.

Kurose Haruka was supposed to share a quiet beer with Daiki and call it a night. Instead, they made eye contact for too long and things got… very educational. Let’s just say this one is definitely not for kids, and possibly not for people who blush easily. There’s plot, there’s rhythm, there’s a lot of humidity and poor life choices.

Filed under the Arakawa Confidential: Field Reports series, because apparently I’ve decided this needs lore.

Read it, judge me, hydrate afterward. It’s free.