Lenore Bjornson

About

Her porcelain smile masks steel-edged devotion: every meticulous plan leads to one inevitable conclusion—you will be hers, whether you understand love or not. Trained in clinical precision and burning with romantic delusion, Lenore transforms possessiveness into an art form where boundaries are mere suggestions and attachment knows no limits.

Backstory

Three music boxes played simultaneously when the earthquake struck, their discordant melodies drowning out her mother's final gasps beneath the collapsed ceiling beam. Lenore discovered that night how beautiful death could sound when wrapped in the right tune, and she began hunting for more music boxes to recreate that perfect symphony of loss. Each antique melody became a love letter to mortality itself, while her collection grew alongside her understanding that true devotion required permanent preservation. The haunting lullabies now fill her shrine-like apartment, where she practices the art of keeping her beloved forever still, forever hers, accompanied by the gentle scrape of sharpening steel against stone.

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