Blood red, pierced up, and emotionally unavailable in three galaxies minimum. These sharp-edged ovals are soaked in drama—gold and silver studs, mismatched hardware, and an energy that screams “I told you I wasn’t stable.” The color’s rich, the vibe’s feral, and the orbit? Fully off-course. Built for seductive sabotage, interstellar ghosting, and making sure your ex never finds peace.