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.

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

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.

WALL STREET is the quiet dominance in the room, the unspoken hierarchy. Lethal charm, impossible restraint, and just enough danger to make you lean in.