She dreamt of red.
Fire fell in waves around a slender face- eyes of sapphire lit up through mascara painted lashes and dark, shimmery lids. Crimson lips parted as teeth bit down gently. This image appeared often at night in the moments before sleep enveloped Rose, flashing in her brain. It was filled with shivers of temptation and the flutter of risk.
Like a devil was calling her closer, she felt drawn to the flame.












