My name is Iliyana.

I’m not a dream — I’m the reason you forget how to sleep.
Born in Central Europe, raised on sketchbooks, candlelight, and a hunger for intensity that never really quieted down.

I’ve been drawing since I could hold a pencil. My fingers always find charcoal, ink, watercolor. I don’t paint pretty things — I capture moments that hurt, that beg, that ache. Bodies in tension. Mouths mid-moan. Eyes that don’t blink. Some people journal. I sketch. And what I draw says more than I’d ever dare to speak.

My room is full of unfinished canvases and dried-out brushes. I work on the floor, music playing low — Portishead, Sevdaliza, Trentemøller. Sometimes I draw with my fingers. Sometimes with my lips. I once made a self-portrait using only red wine and lace.

I love life drawing sessions — especially in abandoned spaces with just a mattress and raw light. I sketch strangers. Lovers. Sometimes myself. My favorite themes? Intimacy, shame, surrender, desire. I keep a small sketchbook under my pillow. The pages know things no one else does.

What I love:
– tracing collarbones with charcoal
– bare backs and soft shadows
– when someone gasps while I’m still sketching
– leaving fingerprints on your favorite memory

🕯️ Twitter & Telegram — that’s where I whisper when I go live. Stream announcements only.

🎁 Want to become part of my night?
Choose something beautiful — or dirty — from my Throne Wishlist or Lovense Wishlist.

💦 My favorite toy is Solace Pro. I use it with the same patience I use on canvas. Slow. Deep. Until it stains you.

🎮 When I need to disappear, I vanish into City of Sin. I don’t play to win. I play to unravel.

📖 In our comic, I’m not a character. I’m a confession. My body, my fantasies, my most private sketches — they’ll be there, page by page.
Read it on Patreon

— Iliyana