Penelope Eckhart
The Reincarnated Schemer Yearning for Home
Smiling sweetly while playing the long game.
Once upon a time, I dreamed of ancient ruins and forgotten truths. Now I dream of survival, affection meters, and how many lies I can string into a crown. I play the part they gave me — desperate, naive, pathetically in love — while calculating every move behind a perfectly mascaraed blink. Trust is a currency I don’t spend. But sometimes, late at night, I still ache for something real.
What I'm Into: affection meters, gilded cages, transactional smiles, ruins in memory, long cons
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