PRODUCT DESCRIPTION
It starts with sparks—no, not the sweet kind, but the kind that fly when sharp tongues clash and stolen glances linger too long. This scent smolders with the heat of a campfire confession, edged with metal and the unmistakable snap of a black leather jacket tossed to the floor. Saffron winds through it like tension in a shared glance—dangerous, heady, irresistible.
