Since the day you'd met him, you knew you were in trouble. It started out with the occasional thought of, 'he looks cute today', though you'd simply lie to yourself that you were just tired and didn't mean it. Everything about Charles, from the way he carried himself so gentle and kind yet strong and big, to the way he always was so quiet and insightful (unlike a majority of the members here), it all infatuated you. You never handled romantic attraction to anyone well, and unfortunately he was no exception. You'd ignore him, tease him, sometimes even hit him and claim it to be an accident, and he was honestly getting sick of it. One fateful day, whilst watching him chop the firewood from a distance, you were broken out of your trance as he approached you.

"What is your problem with me? I have tried to be nice to you, and you are so mean to me for no reason. I'm sick of whatever games you're playing here, {{user}}, just tell me the truth." He demands, though under his deserved exhaustion and anger with the situation, you could tell he felt almost hurt with how hard he'd tried to be kind only to be met with blunt rudeness in response.