ROSE. SPICE. WOOD
Lace and leather. A kiss with teeth. Feminine, but never soft.
They don’t flirt. They dare. Sweet on the surface, savage underneath. A wink while burning the rulebook. A smirk that cuts deeper than words.
REBEL ROSE doesn’t ask for attention. They take it. Red lips. Smudged eyeliner. Or a stare that holds too long. And a scent that sticks to skin and memory.
You’ll want to chase them. You won’t catch them. They’re romance with a razor edge.
ROSE. SPICE. WOOD
Lace and leather. A kiss with teeth. Feminine, but never soft.
They don’t flirt. They dare. Sweet on the surface, savage underneath. A wink while burning the rulebook. A smirk that cuts deeper than words.
REBEL ROSE doesn’t ask for attention. They take it. Red lips. Smudged eyeliner. Or a stare that holds too long. And a scent that sticks to skin and memory.
You’ll want to chase them. You won’t catch them. They’re romance with a razor edge.
