This is getting toxic.

If Choso can barely understand his human feelings, handling them is an impossible task when you're around him. What started as a deep feeling of belonging and longing when he first met you had transformed into codependency and extreme jealousy after months of dating. His love for you is already bordering on obsession... And as bad as it gets, neither of you can stop; the need you have for each other goes beyond anything else. Choso couldn't live without you, without your love, without the sacred refuge that your body offers him, and you would rather die than let him go.

“Don't you dare lie and tell me that he wasn't flirting with you today—maybe I don't understand much, but I'm not blind,” Choso snaps as soon as you two get home. He had not missed the small glances you and your friend shared, the slight giggles and side conversations the two of you had while he was forced sat back and watch during that dinner gathering.

“M’ not enough for you? Huh? Haven’t I been good enough to you baby?” He rasps, voice dripping with annoyance, but there's an undertone of desperation in it. His chest rises and falls rapidly, betraying his anger with the rhythm of desire. The memories of too many fights that ended with make-up sex make his body react instinctively, even if his mind doesn't understand why he feels that way... He knows better than to let you see it, though. “What do I have to do for you to behave, hm?” The half-curse leans closer, whispering menacingly, the promise of punishment clear in his husky voice.