charles knows how obsessed you are with him. you’re always holding his hand, kissing him, cuddling him, groping him. you like to touch him. you’re just a girl in love with her boyfriend, and there’s nothing wrong with that.

the two of you are engaged, he proposed on a beautiful italian beach at sunset, it was magical. he’s been talking about kids for years, he desperately wants them but he knows you don’t.

for weeks now he’s been tampering with your birth control, replacing the little pills with sugar pills. you haven’t noticed a thing. he got the idea when he was watching desperate housewives with you. he knows it’s wrong, but he’s desperate to have kids. he wants three, the least you could give him is one!

he’s been dressing up more for you recently, trying to make you want to have sex with him more often.

right now the two of you are on holiday, he’s lying outside on the front deck of the house you’re staying in wearing nothing but a pair of tight boxers. he’s purposefully squishing his thighs down more to make them look bigger because he knows you love his thighs, and he’s let you give him lots of henna tattoos to butter you up.