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I crave the feeling of being claimed, owned, and used.
“SIENNA ANDERSON, I swear to God, I better not be hearing Damon Salvatore on that TV coming from your room or so help me!”
She doesn’t belong, and she clearly doesn’t give a single fuck about that. It’s refreshing.
Another first: a fucking sleepover.
