“You are my most ruinous fantasy,” he told me. “You’re like the sun drawing me to your orbit at all times, there is no light when you aren’t near, no joy outside of your company, no point to my existence at all. You found me in the dark and set me free so that I could dedicate myself to worshipping you for all of time, and I want to spend every second I have making you feel just a fraction of the bliss you offer me with your mere existence. Tell me you want me the same way, spectre, tell me you-”
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