Third pov

"I cannot believe we're impotent!"

A very dramatic voice rang through the car as a very dramatic man slumped against the seat, his long blond hair falling across his face and making him look unreal, as beautiful as an angel—if angels were real. Claude cried out for the fifth time that day, running a hand through his hair as a nonexistent tear rolled down his cheek.

His brothers ignored him.

Naturally.

Yet Claude continued anyway.

"A whole year!" he cried, clutching his chest in agony. "A year since we've been with a woman. We can't even get hard around women anymore. Ah, my manhood! My beautiful, magnificent manhood!"...