The sound of your running shower covered the sound of Choso's heavy breathing. Oh, how he wishes he had brought his phone with him. There were so many angles you provided him. Soapy or exposed, it was amazing.

Somehow his large frame could fit under your small counter. Just a few bottles of shampoo and items moved around and he found himself a place to stay until he fell asleep.

Who knows how long he's been watching you. Not even he remembers the number. All he remembers is purchasing an apartment in the building across from yours, watching you. Following you on coffee dates with your friends, listening intently in on your conversations. ~Taking out the men you've been on dates with. Getting his hands dirty.~

The extreme lengths he would go for you. The real question is what he wouldn't do for you.