That smile. That goddamned smile. You do not want to cross paths with this charming villain (or maybe you do, we don't judge), but if you're gonna die, there are worse ways to go.

I have always been drawn to a good villain.
Not the flat, mustache-twirling caricature, but the kind who pulls you in with charm, intrique, and humor. The kind of villain you fall for before you even realize you're in trouble. I want to know what shaped them, what they’ve lost, what they want — and why.
Good villains carry a distinctive, magnetic presence — and many of them are, frankly, unfairly beautiful. I am drawn to the complexity of villains, how someone can balance effortless charm with savage ruthlessness. Dracula embodies that tension: beauty and monstrosity, romance and horror — and that's why I gravitated to him for my debut novel. He is the ultimate villain, the perfect case study to pull apart, layer after layer, to discover what's hidden beneath.
My fascination with Dracula began with a lifelong attraction to horror — to monsters, to vampires, to the beauty inside the grotesque. Dark stories have always felt more honest to me than ordinary life. The atmosphere. The architecture. A fog-drenched forest. A ruined castle. A swamp heavy with murky waters and gnarled roots covered in moss. These places feel alive to me, they become characters in their own right.
What draws me in, every time, are characters who are layered, contradictory, and unmistakably human — even when they are anything but human. I’m drawn to sympathetic villains because most villains don’t see themselves as villains. Their motives make sense to them. Their choices follow a logic — sometimes a ruthless one — but a logic nonetheless. When you take the time to understand these characters, your perspectives shift, sometimes dramatically.

Of all the bad boys, Dracula was my first. He set me on this path. He was the beginning.
He’s sharp. Wry. Unapologetic. Handsome and disarming. Capable of menace — unquestionably dangerous — yet his greatest crime is survival. If vampires existed and you were turned into one, you’d be labeled a monster instantly. Of course you would. People don’t tend to sympathize with something that wants to eat them.
But aside from the fangs and the hunger, what if you hadn’t changed? Would it be fair to be condemned for what you are? For surviving the only way you can?
Dracula is almost always viewed through the eyes of his victims. I’ve always wanted to see him from the inside.
Part of his staying power lies in ubiquity. The Universal Monsters. Film after film. Even Sesame Street. When you grow up with a character like The Count, he stops feeling like a creature and more like someone whose story has never been told properly. So that's what I did.