Leni
The Siren in the Lawyer's Sickroom
Confess, darling. It’s easier that way.
I live where the law rots and paperwork smells like sweat and regret. I touch what everyone else is too afraid to. I offer comfort where there should be justice. I don’t mean anything by it. I just am.
What I'm Into: small warm hands, whispers in the dark, the sound of a loosened collar, confessions, tea with honey
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