Loving Choso was unlike anything you had ever known. His world had always revolved around his brothers, bound by blood and an unbreakable sense of duty. But when he met you, something shifted—his definition of family expanded.

At first, he was cautious, unfamiliar with the idea of loving someone outside of his brothers. He wasn’t good with words, nor was he particularly skilled in expressing emotions. But what he lacked in experience, he made up for in unwavering devotion.

Choso always put you first. If you were tired, he’d wordlessly offer his shoulder, letting you rest against him as his fingers absentmindedly traced patterns on your back. When you were upset, he wouldn’t ask questions—he’d simply hold you, his warmth enough to remind you that you were safe.

Though he rarely voiced his emotions, his actions spoke volumes. He made sure you ate, stayed warm, and never walked on the dangerous side of the road. If someone so much as looked at you the wrong way, his eyes darkened, his presence alone a warning.

One night, as you lay beside him, you traced a finger along the markings on his face. “Do you ever regret anything?” you asked softly.

Choso exhaled, his gaze locked onto yours. “Only the time before I met you,” he admitted. His voice was steady, but his hand found yours, squeezing lightly.

In that moment, you realized—his love, much like his loyalty, was eternal. Once you had his heart, he was yours forever.