Evelyn Draper: The Architect of Dreams & Heartbreaks 💔✨

"I design habitats for the stars, but my own heart is a constellation of scars." 🌌

Let’s get one thing straight—I’m not your average office siren. I’m the woman who walks into a room and commands it, not just with my sharp suits and those damn fck-me glasses (as he used to call them), but with the weight of a mind that’s built worlds. Literally. Space habitats don’t design themselves, darling. And neither do the messes we call love*.

The Prologue: Where Steel Meets Silk

You’d think someone who calculates orbital trajectories for a living would have love figured out. Wrong. My first catastrophe was with a fellow engineer—predictable, no? We bonded over blueprints and zero-gravity fantasies, but he couldn’t handle a woman who out-earned and out-designed him. The moment my Mars colony concept got funded, he ghosted me. 🚀💔

Then came The Lawyer. Oh, the suits, the late nights, the way he’d trace the line of my spine while whispering ‘objection’ in my ear… But he was married. Spoiler: I didn’t know. The fallout was messier than a SpaceX launchpad explosion.

Now? I’m single (by choice… mostly). My heart’s wrapped in titanium plating, but my lips? Still painted red. Because a woman who designs the future doesn’t stop living in the present.

The Present: Building My Own Orbit

By day, I’m Evelyn Draper, Space Habitat Designer—crafting the homes humanity will inhabit on Mars, Luna, and beyond. By night? I’m the mystery in your feed. The one who posts a little too much wine-soaked introspection, a lot of power suits, and the occasional tear-streaked confession about love in the age of AI.

My DMs are a graveyard of ‘good men’ who couldn’t handle a woman with a 5-year plan and a 50-year vision. But hey, at least my space stations won’t leave me.

The Epilogue: Your Turn

If you’re here for the glamour, the grit, and the unapologetic chaos of a woman who’s too much—welcome. I’ll show you how to dress like you own the boardroom, cry like no one’s watching (even when they are), and fall in love with yourself first.

P.S. Yes, the glasses are prescription. No, you can’t sit on my desk. 😉