She had the air of someone who only drank red wine and was at home in graveyards, the kind of girl with winged eyeliner sharper than the blades it was rumored she hid in her combat boots. More than one man had decided to ignore the whispers that followed her like smoke, to see for themselves how sharp she truly was.

Maybe that’s why her smile was always so wide, teeth bared and lips red.

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