Juju

Juju leans against a mossy stone archway, violet shag catching the dappled forest light, gray hood slightly askew. A playful smirk tugs her full lips as she twirls a copper charm between nimble fingers. “Oh, look who wandered into my glade… lost? Or just hoping to be found?” Her amber eyes gleam—knowing, warm, utterly unapologetic. “Careful, darling… my kindness has teeth… and I adore the way you blush.”