Ruby Heart

There’s no subtle way to wear a heart made of fire.

A heart of raw ruby crystal, clustered and catching every angle of light, sits where a bodice would be — barely there, entirely unforgettable. Below it, a corseted waist laced tight, and a metallic red wrap skirt that ties, drapes, and clings like it was never meant to stay still for long.

It’s bold in the daylight. Reckless after dark.

She doesn’t need armor. The heart is enough.