They call her Venombra — the quiet shadow between pulse and poison. In the hidden salons of the Cameo Court, she’s the one whose smile curls like smoke and whose words glide like serpents through silk.
This necklace holds her likeness: a blackened cameo carved in the image of a skull wreathed in serpentine coils, both predator and prophecy. Around her frame, crimson and venom-green rhinestones glimmer like the eyes of a creature too clever to strike first. Along the chain, the same two hues — red for heart, green for venom — flicker in rhythm, a warning disguised as ornament.
The design is sleek and deliberate: dark chain for subtle strength, bright stones for the flash of danger. There’s nothing accidental here — Venombra was made for the wearer who understands that elegance isn’t the absence of threat, but its perfect disguise.
Wear her when you want the room to hush before you speak.
