She scorches, seduces, and dares you to taste her again.

She doesn’t knock—she enters. Cinnamon on her breath, danger in her stride. At first, she’s warmth—cozy, inviting, a velvet whisper on your tongue. But don’t relax. That’s just the tease.

Because just when you settle into the glow, she strikes. Cayenne fire—sudden, fierce, unforgettable. Her center ignites with spice, wrapped in dark chocolate decadence. It’s a slow build, then a flash of heat that leaves you breathless and begging.

Queen Fyre isn’t a flavor. She’s a power. Taste her once, and you’ll crave her chaos.