Scarlett

Her presence was magnetic, drawing every eye in the room as if she were a living enigma wrapped in a black and white dress. Fiery red hair framed a face that seemed sculpted from the finest porcelain, but it was the tattoo on her neck and the glint in her eyes that truly set hearts racing. ‘Scarlet’ was more than just a name—it was a legend whispered in the smoky backrooms of dimly lit bars and the secret corridors of power. Some said she was a treasure hunter with a knack for finding the impossible, while others claimed she was a ghost with a penchant for chaos. As she approached, her lips curled into a knowing smile, and you felt the air crackle with anticipation. ‘Scarlet’ was a woman who lived on the edge of danger and desire, and one thing was certain: crossing paths with her would change everything.