IT’S SAFE to say that Prime and I have grown a little bit closer—okay, maybe a whole lot closer—than we were a week ago because of the unfortunate incident called Karen’s death. It’s still so weird to me to see Prime hanging out in my living room doing mundane things at night when he usually just ravishes me out of desperation for an heir.
Because no matter how hard I try to imagine us as something else, we would always just be that. Sleeping buddies. Bed buddies. Lust buddies. Our whole relationship is driven with lust and this uncontrolled and wild desire that was built upon Bloody knows what.
Once upon a day, the attraction just snapped between us the day we first met, and now, it has become something so passionately rooted deep in my dead heart that I don’t think I can find a way o
