Nyexhell
Glitter, empty bottles of alcohol, lost silver heels, and all-night smudged makeup-this was the essence of Atanasha Alcaraz. She was the epitome of the life of the party, never once turning her heels in the wrong direction. That is, until she encountered the warmest moment of her existence-a man who knew exactly what he wanted and had no thirst for burning just for the sake of it.
Somehow, in this fleeting moment of existence, they found their own kind of cathartic rage in one another.
Coquettish #2