Venom

Dark vines entwine around her pale skin, her eyes hold a venom-laced cold smile. The black-purple gown swallows light like the night itself, every fold hiding sharp malice. Under the lens, she slowly lifts her chin, the mocking curve at the corner of her lips seemingly able to pierce the soul. Icy, gorgeous, and dangerous—this is the cursed queen's moment of manifesting malice as beauty, evoking both fear and an inability to look away.

Xing Zhi Chi Chi