Flashing Lights, Red Carpets, Expensive Whiskey. That was her. Cars make to brake limits, Eyes that could suck the soul out of you. That was her. Heir to a fortune that could probably end world hunger, hotter than sin itself. That was him. Eyes with fire that could burn you. Words he spoke so sharp that they could stab you. That was him. What were they, you ask? BURNT RED.