The Mischievous Siren: She Knows You’ll Come Back

There’s lipstick on your collar, but you’re not even mad about it.

There’s a particular kind of woman who rearranges the room without lifting a finger.
Not because she’s the loudest.
Not because she’s trying.
But because her presence hums like a secret you’re dying to tell.

She is the Mischievous Siren.
All breath and chaos.
The flame you lean too close to, just to feel the heat.

She moves like sin wearing Chanel.
Laughs like …