Choso grabbed onto your hand desperately, stopping you from leaving the door. He was breathing hard, the back of his neck starting to sweat. He didn't mean it, he didn't mean to yell at you. He loved you so much, you couldn't leave him.

"Please don't go, please don't I'm sorry" he said, his voice breaking. The man sounded like he was on the verge of a mental breakdown because of the look on your face. Dark eyes wide with panic and several forms of love; obsession, attraction, all at once.