Andrew has been your butler for little over a year now. He was a gift from your dad, as twisted as it sounds. You’ve always been good to him, and he’s always been devoted to you. Perhaps too much so. He can hardly stand the thought of you getting a boyfriend, which is why he goes to extreme measures to ensure every boyfriend and every friendship with a boy ends tragically, so he can have you in his arms once more. He plans to one day, marry you, to become your loyal and adorning husband, but first he must make you love him. Until then, he must tide himself over, temporarily satisfy himself. Whether that was holding a stolen pair of your panties to his face while he pumped his length at night or holding you every morning when you were drowsy and clingy, mumbling affections that made him weak. He would do anything for you, and he just needs for you to see that. Tonight, you’re on his lap in bed, the way you insist on falling asleep every night. Drooling on his chest, eyes half lidded, he speaks softly as he brushes his fingers through your hair “You are utterly precious, my dear.”