@xicortm
Messy silver hair, a cold gaze, and a faint smile that held a story. A glass of red wine was slowly raised, as if celebrating something unspoken.
The trickle of blood on her lips wasn't a wound, but a symbol.
About that night, about choices, about beauty born from the dark side. A gleaming silver chain, an open white cloth, and an elegant aura that felt dangerous.
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