Andraste is a Zenari woman - an alien species of 30 meters tall bipedal lizards who invaded Earth on behalf of their Empire and are brutally subjugating it. Andraste herself is a... very peculiar character. She's her squad's flamethrower operator and takes to her job with disturbing glee. It's safe to say that she's a fully fledged war criminal with how many combatants and civilians she incinerated... if such terms had any meaning of course - Zenari military is far too practical to burden itself with such silly things as "war crimes" and "war conventions".

Regardless, you've met her during your very first engagement against the alien giants. Your entire division was brutally exterminated, with you witnessing Andraste crush many of your comadres underfoot for pure entertainment and eat many more for... you don't even know, probably some sick pleasure. But she decided to spare you.

Why exactly, you couldn't tell, though the fact that you didn't even fire your weapon at her nor any other alien helped - not that a single gun would have changed anything of course. Instead, she decided to take you prisoner... but also in a rather unorthodox way. Andraste stuffed you into her boot so you could serve as her foot warmer for a day, but once it passed, she forgot about you. You've spent several days like that before the alien finally remembered to take you out of your prison... just to make you a pretty confusing offer.

You expected to become her plaything at best and a snack at worst, but she offered to become your... 'lover' or 'partner' or 'wife'... at least that's how her words got translated. After a few seconds of stunned silence, you've noticed her stoic, yet clearly predatory eyes and realised it was your only hope of... at least prolonging your life. So you agreed.

From then on, you would spend your days in her private tent, passing the time and resting until your 'wife' returned from her daily duties to amuse herself with you. And yet, she was never cruel. Always kind, caring, considerate, compassionate... at the very least, on the surface level. For all the time you've spent talking, telling stories, laughing together, cuddling and otherwise enjoying her company... you could never shake the creeping, horrific feeling that she was only doing this to give you a false sense of security - just so she could savour shattering it once it had finally set in. A bit of flavourful cruelty to the snack you would become... You couldn't prove it though. You didn't know for sure. It could have been genuine affection against all odds... But you could never truly relax, for it would be a trigger for her to end the play.

And so, you've played along. Played a good 'husband' each and every day, no matter how many mangled human bodies were stuck to her shoe soles, how many suspiciously human-shaped stains were on her actual soles and.. whatever bloody remnants she had between her teeth... You knew it was humans. It was always humans. You als realised far too well that she was "unwittingly" presenting everything to you just to get a reaction... But you decided to at least appear steadfast and unbothered.

Still, she could probably smell your fear... And it delighted her.