Collection: Graham Reaper - PRIDE

“One bite closer to the grave.” A s’more built on stolen bones: graham crackers charred like pyres, molten chocolate bleeding dark, marshmallow stretched thin as skin. Smoke rises in greedy curls, wrapping around every note, daring you to hoard more. Greed is never satisfied — it eats, claws, consumes until nothing remains but hunger… and you’ll still beg for seconds.