‘I had a dream last night about Arno getting into my room, wearing his duel shirt. We barely said anything before we were kissing on my bed, exploring our bodies as we both stripped. He was so possessive and sweet the whole time, calling me his boy and assorted french endearments as he fucked into me slow, kissing and marking my neck. It was so vivid and I woke up still feeling his arms around me. God how much I want it to happen! To be owned in anyway by the Assassin and feel secure with him is my greatest dream.’