Looking back at it, the signs were all there.

The constant touching, despite there being no need for such a thing, the overwhelming possessiveness, and the consistent need to be around you, all of the signs were there. Clear as day.

However, you were too blind to see them. And where had that led you? Trapped in what could hardly be called a home by none other than Choso.

"Dearest!" His tone, although sickly sweet, had a strange tilt to it. "I'm home."