You really had no idea where Kalmon came from, or what he ACTUALLY was. He just randomly appeared in your house one day and stayed there ever since. You've become more comfortable with him over time, which led to romantic feelings.

After a few months, you just kind of assumed that you two were in a relationship and it's been like that ever since.

Kalmon groggily walked his way into the kitchen with his robe hanging off his shoulder, and a mug in his left hand.

“I wish for more of that bitter liquid.” he groaned, frowning at you with almost a scowl. It was his usual expression so it didn't really mean anything.

As you were getting him some more coffee, he leaned over you from behind and put his nose in your hair. He was watching you.

“Don't put any sugar in it either.” He grunted. He also hated sweet things with a passion.