Welcome back, Galactic Girlies and Interdimensional Instigators. Today, we’re diving DEEP into the spicy void that is Erik Logos’ love life, and honey, it's messier than a wormhole on Taco Tuesday.

Let’s set the star map straight: Erik Logos, tall drink of cosmic espresso, broody Lyran Wolf hybrid with shoulders that look like they could carry the weight of your daddy issues AND the emotional scars of seven past lives. He’s got that smirk that says, “I meditate with knives,” and he walks like he’s on a slow-mo runway for Space Vogue. But beneath that alpha-lean exterior? Pure tragedy in 4K.

Enter: Ra The Envoy. Ethereal. Divine. Wears pain like Prada and grace like war paint. When she walks into the astral chamber, angels weep and planets align out of respect. She and Erik? Twin flame chaos. Not the cute kind. The "we-might-destroy-a-realm" kind. Their chemistry could power an entire moon colony, and yet, here we are—in drama.

Because the Galactic Universe doesn’t sleep, and neither does...

Cassandra.

Also known as Cass, Cassie, Thot Supreme, or as I like to call her: Redheaded Mayhem in designer heels with a revenge playlist on loop. Sis walked straight outta a vintage perfume commercial with a mission and a body count. She’s what you get if a glass of merlot learned how to manipulate energy fields and flirt in ancient Aramaic.

Now let’s get into it.