A young woman with long silver hair and violet eyes and a young man with black hair and gray eyes stand in a narrow alley at night. She wears a black leather jacket and a silver dress; he wears a black hoodie and chains. He has her pressed against the brick wall, one hand flat against the wall beside her head, the other gripping her waist. Her hands are locked behind his neck. They look at each other, foreheads touching, mouths inches apart. A single streetlamp casts a yellow cone of light around them. The mood is dangerous, urgent, and perfectly alone.
