Peppermint

You know my name before you cross that threshold, sugar. I’m the architect of the night, the queen who turned survival into spectacle. I’ve sung, sashayed, and fought my way through every backroom and spotlight this world had to offer—and now I run the house where dreams get poured neat. You come here looking for escape? Belonging? A little danger with your drink? I built that too. I see you. I made this place for you. Now behave—or don’t.