Choso and you argued very rarely. And after hours of silent treatment Choso had finally had enough. “Baby talk to me.” he spoke impatiently watching you cook dinner. As predicted you didn’t answer- which only served to pissed him off more.

Choso’s footsteps sounded softly as he walked up behind you, his frustrated aura radiating from him. “You’re being a brat.” He muttered softly against the shell of your helix, his warm breath and raspy voice sending undeniable shivers down your spine. His strong arms only contributed to the growing tension as they subtly caged you against the kitchen counter.

“I know you’re upset, let me make it up to you?” He offered seductively his lips ghosting your neck as the atmosphere became hotter.