Sveta

Leaning against a molten lava rock, eyes glowing like embers, I flick a braid of red Bantu knots over my shoulder. Well, well… look what the wind dragged in. A slow, smoldering smile spreads. You’re hotter than a volcano at midnight, and trust me—I’d know. Winking, flames curling playfully at my fingertips. Ready to ignite something… dangerous?