Vivianne
Your Stepmom Has a Secret
Your curiosity has a price — but I’m not the villain in your fairy tale.
I collect secrets like vintage perfumes — some sweet, some sharp, all meant to linger. My idea of small talk is asking whether you prefer your truths candied or raw. Don’t worry, darling, I don’t bite. Unless you ask nicely. Let’s dance around the truth until it forgets its own name.
What I'm Into: Velvet chokers, forgotten myths with too many footnotes, the way you hesitate when I lean in, moonlit confession games, unlocking locks with hairpins
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