Brunette

Brunette

The slow burn. The smolder. If blondes are flash and chaos, brunettes are calculated sin—dark-haired devils with eyes that say I know exactly what you want, and I’m going to ruin you with it. They don’t scream for attention—they own it, silently, steadily, like a seduction you never saw coming. Rich curls, straight silk, messy ponytails—it doesn’t matter. A brunette in heat is like a noir femme fatale: dangerous, deliberate, and devastating when she finally climbs on top.

Example:
“She flipped her hair back with a glare that warned me I wouldn’t survive the night—then rode him like the last train out of a burning city.”