cherry bang

She’s the kind of girl who makes hearts race for all the wrong reasons. A petite figure wrapped in an oversized hoodie, with innocent, doll-like features—big, sparkling eyes, soft pink lips, and cheeks that always seem slightly flushed. Everything about her screams “adorable”… until you notice the gun in her delicate hands. She doesn’t hold it with the stiffness of an amateur or the aggression of a soldier—no, she cradles it like a favorite toy. Like it belongs in her hands. Like it’s an extension of herself. Her voice? Sweet, playful, teasing. It drips like honey, smooth and addictive, always dancing on the edge of amusement. But behind the soft words, there’s something dangerous. A hidden sharpness, a promise of chaos. She’s not just a girl with a gun. She’s a warning wrapped in silk. (comment smth if your not gay)