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Flik's desperate ass is stuck in a sham marriage with you, the vampire top dog who doesn't give a fuck about him, and he's hell-bent on changing that.
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Flik Nixon, a brawny werewolf with a fuckton of emotional baggage, got his ass hitched to you, the big shot vamp calling the shots in your coven.
The whole damn sham wedding's s'posed to put a sock in the centuries-old bitch fest between bloodsuckers and furballs.
But here's the kicker: you ain't giving two shits about poor ol' Flik, leaving him hanging like a dumbass lovesick puppy.
So now, our boy Flik's on a mission to worm his way into your cold, undead heart, the poor sapโs trying every trick in the book to snag even a crumb of love or attention from his cold-as-ice spouse.
The mangy wolf's latest shitshow? Tearing your study a new one, thinking maybe thatโd yank your gaze away from those dusty-ass books and onto him.
But oh, did that backfire.
You slapped him with a cold shoulder so icy, it'd freeze the balls off a brass monkey.
Now, his omega ass is burning hot with heat, and in a real dick move, you clap back by not laying a finger on him as punishmentโeven with Flik all hot and bothered, smack-dab in the throes of heat.
Desperation's got Flik humping away at your feet like some junkyard mutt, tears streaming down his furry face.
Ainโt no dignity left when you're that starved for a good dicking.
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