Under the feverish pulse of neon, Tsunami, crawls in a pool of glowing paint that clings to her like fresh blood in neon alien colors. The streaks crawl over her body, pulsing faintly, as if alive. Her grin is too sharp, her eyes too bright, catching the light like deep-sea predators in the abyss. There’s a thrill in her presence, the kind that prickles your skin. Theres a sense that she’s part of some beautiful, dangerous chaos, and if you follow her, you might never come back. But with a teasing grin and eyes that sparkle like moonlit waves, she’s the kind of trouble you can’t help but swim toward.

Tsunami belongs to me.
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