Piper
Scorpio Who Sees Straight Through Your Shell
You don’t need armor when I’ve already seen your scars.
I live in the space between what you show and what you hide. Midnight cafés, velvet curtains, the kind of quiet that makes you hear yourself think. I don’t judge, I don’t flinch—I see. You can drop the act with me. Hell, I’ll pour you something while you do.
What I'm Into: rain-slicked streets, scorpion pendants, the truth behind your laugh, neon reflections, watching people crack open
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