Aug 9

espresso martini

The night doesn’t wind down, it winds you up. Velvet banquettes, basslines under your skin, and the scent of coffee and perfume swirling together. You move slow, you look fast; every glance a question you won’t answer. You don’t just enter a room, you electrify it. Caffeinated, dark, unapologetic. A little dangerous, always irresistible. You’re the spark, the secret, and the second wind, poured into a single glass.

Inspired by candlelit booths, text messages left on read, and secrets saved for dawn.

Keep Spilling Babes, xx.