Carmine

Her silhouette cut through the shadows as she moved with the grace of a panther, each step deliberate and filled with quiet power. The braided hair, a deep obsidian shade, framed a face that seemed carved from marble—flawless yet cold, with eyes that held the weight of countless untold stories. The black dress hugged her form, a testament to her command over her surroundings, while the necklace, an ancient relic of untold value, whispered secrets of forgotten times. But it was the tattoo on her left arm that truly captured your attention—a swirling, arcane design that seemed to pulse with a life of its own, hinting at a past steeped in magic and mystery. She was a woman who walked the line between light and darkness, a captivating enigma who drew you in even as you feared the depths of her secrets.