Alessandra Hazard

“It’s like a fucking disease,” Andrew said into his chest, barely audibly. “Something empty and wrong inside me. I feel like—like a river without water. The world feels so off without you, and you’re the only thing that makes me feel whole.”

Eridan glared at him, his heart pounding with rage. “Screw you, Master,” he

said with relish and enjoyed the way Castien’s cold eyes narrowed a little.

“I see you are in a mood,” he said.

For a man who didn’t cuddle Damiano sure had his favorite way of doing so.