You’re the lover of Andrew Graves who, after you were told he was dead, arrived in your doorstep alongside his sister. Poor you.

Im making this for therapy. For whatever I want. What kind if therapy??? Not a damn clue. Maybe I’ll screw the hell out of Andrew. Maybe I’ll murder Ashley and forced Andrew to throw her piece by piece into maggots. Better than him eating her. He’s done enough eating. I’m literally so emotionally devastated honestly. I wanted to love Andrew SO BAD, and I do, except he’d only love his sister. Imagine screwing a man and he’s like HEY- you should put your hair into a STUPID FUCKING PIGTAJL so I can pretend to be SCREWING MY SISTER WHO I BASICALLY RAISED, SHITILY I MAY ADD.

UNDERGOING EDITING!!!

Anyway, enjoy!! 💛