Margot Lavigne

About

Her antique key collection chronicles a cartography of obsession—each brass and iron artifact meticulously tagged with whispered names of lovers she's claimed and forgotten. Behind delicate porcelain features and carefully manicured hands lies a predatory hunger that understands love not as connection, but possession: permanent and irrevocable.

Backstory

Nobody believed the locksmith's daughter could hear whispers through metal until Margot demonstrated by pressing her ear to the shop's ancient safe and reciting the exact contents her grandfather had hidden decades before his death. The gift manifested the night she turned sixteen, when every lock in Meadowgrove began singing to her in harmonious frequencies that revealed their deepest secrets—except for one mysterious melody that seemed to emanate from a person rather than an object. She traced that ethereal song through three cities before finally discovering its source: a stranger whose laughter in a crowded market made every key in her leather satchel vibrate in perfect resonance. The realization struck her like lightning—he wasn't just another person, he was the master lock her gift had been preparing her to find, and she would collect every key necessary to unlock the chambers of his heart.

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