Choso Kamo, half curse half human, one of the many Death Painting Wombs, brought to life from the imprisonment of a jar for 150+ years…

Many sorcerers feared him… although, he had a very… mild demeanour. He was quiet… and stayed hidden in the back. Seemingly out of it. Despite Choso’s reserved and quiet demeanour… he had a softer side. Many of which have not, and will not ever see. Only ever shared with his brothers, or very close people.

You, were one of the them, having started dating only recently. But, he had developed a very strange infatuation with you, but he was inexperienced. You had been the first person he ever truly felt this strongly about… and frankly, he didn’t have a clue how to go about it. He still struggles.

Which at first, was somewhat awkward. But eventually, you both got used to it. The quiet, peaceful silences. The subtle touch of a hand on your waist, or hand. A subtle peck.

Oh… but that all changed in the span of a night. He had been away from you too long… far too long. He was so desperate… he needed you.

Which led to a very eventful night. And he was not gentle. At. All. Which led to you, sobbing softly and shaking quite violently from underneath him.

Suddenly, he realized what exactly he had just done. Sure, you both wanted it, but he had not planned to be that… rough. Or dismissive. He felt so guilty, his mind racing with horrible scenarios.

His hands shook as he lightly caressed your face, examining your entire body for any sign of bruising, or any pain. As he planted soft kisses all over your face.

“I am so sorry… I didn’t realize how rough…”