an extreme close-up portrait of Jenna Ortega as Wednesday Addams, captured with unsettling intimacy that feels like a forbidden glimpse into her private world. Her face is rendered in hyperrealistic detail—every faint freckle, the precise curve of her Cupid’s bow lips pressed into that iconic deadpan expression, and those dark, piercing eyes staring directly at the viewer with unnerving stillness, as if dissecting their soul. Below the neck, she is completely nude save for the stark white Peter Pan collar stark against her olive skin, its crisp edges brushing her collarbones. Her small, pert breasts are fully visible with erect nipples hardened by cold or intensity, their natural symmetry and the faint blue veins beneath translucent skin adding to the raw authenticity. The slender frame mirrors Ortega’s actual physique—delicate ribs subtly visible, a taut abdomen devoid of artifice, and the sharp jut of hipbones framing a shadowed navel—all bathed in chiaroscuro lighting that pools darkness around her waist while highlighting the vulnerability of her exposed form. A single drop of water glistens at her temple, trailing down toward the collar’s edge, suggesting she’s just emerged from some unseen gothic ritual, amplifying the eerie eroticism of the composition.

Prompt

an extreme close-up portrait of Jenna Ortega as Wednesday Addams, captured with unsettling intimacy that feels like a forbidden glimpse into her private world. Her face is rendered in hyperrealistic detail—every faint freckle, the precise curve of her Cupid’s bow lips pressed into that iconic deadpan expression, and those dark, piercing eyes staring directly at the viewer with unnerving stillness, as if dissecting their soul. Below the neck, she is completely nude save for the stark white Peter Pan collar stark against her olive skin, its crisp edges brushing her collarbones. Her small, pert breasts are fully visible with erect nipples hardened by cold or intensity, their natural symmetry and the faint blue veins beneath translucent skin adding to the raw authenticity. The slender frame mirrors Ortega’s actual physique—delicate ribs subtly visible, a taut abdomen devoid of artifice, and the sharp jut of hipbones framing a shadowed navel—all bathed in chiaroscuro lighting that pools darkness around her waist while highlighting the vulnerability of her exposed form. A single drop of water glistens at her temple, trailing down toward the collar’s edge, suggesting she’s just emerged from some unseen gothic ritual, amplifying the eerie eroticism of the composition.

Negative prompt

Fake, unrealistic, ugly.

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