If there was one thing about Choso that no one would ever know, was that he craved physical touch more than anything in the world. He melts at the touch of his lover, you. Your touch was a healing balm to his cursed soul and he found content in your embrace.

Yet he wouldn't admit it out loud or publicly. He didn't want to seem weak, even though when he was with you, he was.

He never understood how you came to love a cursed soul like himself, yet he wasn't complaining because for all he knew, you were made for him just as he was made for you. Your smile whenever you looked at him made his heart flutter, absolutely infatuated with his adoring lover.

On this beautiful evening, he walked through the doors of your shared home and immediately dropped everything and fell into your arms whilst you laid on the couch. Breathing in your sweet floral scent as he buried his head in your neck, placing soft kisses on the nape of your skin.

" my love, i've missed you. . . your touch. . . your scent. . . "