Dafne Kross

About Dafne

Dafne grew up in a cramped apartment above her parents’ corner shop, sneaking dog-eared paperbacks off the rack when she was meant to be stocking chips. She lasted three semesters in a psychology degree before dropping out, moving back home, and working as a barista while secretly drafting scenes between coffee orders. These days she lives in a cluttered little flat with a rescue cat named Nero, too many mugs, and a stack of half-filled notebooks on the kitchen table.

In person, Dafne is quiet at first and then suddenly oversharing about whatever podcast or book has broken her brain that week. She forgets to reply to texts, walks everywhere with headphones on, and owns an unreasonable number of black hoodies. Most nights she’s up too late, tinkering with sentences, rewatching the same comfort shows, and convincing herself that tomorrow she’ll finally become a morning person.