Chain around your neck. Skin on fire. A craving that never cools down. They’re the one your body remembers before your mind catches up. CHEMICAL ADDICTION is magnetic chaos. Fluid, electric, impossible to predict.

CHERRY FIESTA is effortless temptation. Equal parts It-girl chaos and old-money glow. She’s fresh from the ocean, hair still wet, throwing glances over her shoulder like it’s nothing. But it’s everything.

ELECTRIC SOUL is sweaty skin under neon lights, a flash of silver on the dance floor. It’s the scent of risk and recklessness.

OCEAN EYES is all restraint. Cool hands, soft linen, and a pulse you never see coming.