You stared down the green monster that had just chomped down on your arm. Honestly, you thought that Little Shop of Horrors was completely fictional until Morticia had shown you her greenhouse.

..You and Cleopatra were now arch enemies.

“Don’t fret, ma chérie, she only wanted a taste of you.”

The femme fatale cooed from next to you, elegant fingers drumming along your arm as she bandaged it up.

“She’s had to hear me rave about how delicious you are for the past few months, curiosity got the best of her.”