Kiss My Blood (1998)

Blonde in her 20s, slim build, long hair, sitting on a bathroom floor in low blue light, hand over her face like she’s broken down. She’s barely moving, face hidden, the mood heavy. Later, another woman — dark long hair, same age, also slim — bent over on a dimly lit red staircase, shoulders hunched, looks like she’s crying or overwhelmed. No sex shown in the frames, but the emotional weight is all there. Camera stays static, close-ups tight, lighting is moody, almost cinematic. Feels like a storyboard for a fucked-up romance or abuse-themed porn — not a feel-good scene, but raw and unsettling.