She’s tortoiseshell, spiked in gold, and mean enough to make the planets flinch. Saturn’s Spite is structured chaos — heavy cat-eye edges pierced through like battle scars, every stud and spike a warning. She’s all sharp lines, no apologies, and pure cosmic retribution. Wear her when you’re tired of playing nice and ready to play god.
She’s tortoiseshell, spiked in gold, and mean enough to make the planets flinch. Saturn’s Spite is structured chaos — heavy cat-eye edges pierced through like battle scars, every stud and spike a warning. She’s all sharp lines, no apologies, and pure cosmic retribution. Wear her when you’re tired of playing nice and ready to play god.