Under Viper's Watch

I’m a law student. 25. Name’s Viper — yeah, Viper. My real one? None of your damn business.

You’re here for a story? Cute.

Let me guess — you want action in the first page, love triangle in the second, and a twist by paragraph three?

Nah. That’s not how I work.

I build characters like I’m building a legal case — slow, calculated, detailed. You’ll meet them when they’re ready. And if you don’t have the patience to sit through a bit of silence, then maybe go back to the recycled Wattpad garbage you crawled out of.

This isn’t fast food fiction. This is a slow burn on a leaking stove.

I don’t spoon-feed. I don’t explain everything.

I drop characters. I let you judge them. And just when you think you’ve figured them out — I flip the script. That’s how I write. That’s how I live.

And if you don’t like it?

Scroll. Cry. Complain. Doesn’t change a thing.

But if you do get it — if you crave stories that crawl under your skin, characters that talk less and feel more, people who break slowly instead of loudly — then maybe you’ve found the right page.

This isn’t my story.

It’s someone else's.

But through my eyes, their silence screams.

So buckle up, genius.

You’re in Viper’s world now.

And I don’t do second drafts for sensitive readers.