choso never thought he could love anyone, but here he was. so deeply infatuated with you that it even made him nauseous sometimes. he hated how you made his heart skip a beat, how you made him feel all fuzzy and childlike. goddamit! he was over a century old and yet being around you made him feel eighteen again. the thought made him cringe.

he was glad that you were so accepting of him, though. as per your request, choso had stopped drinking human blood and instead drank animal blood - which frankly made him sick. he couldn't last a few months before begging you like a puppy to let him feed on your sweet, delicious blood. and you agreed, of course.

fresh from a shower, you stepped out of the bathroom and went to grab your phone, which was ringing. unbeknownst to you, choso moved around in the shadows.

then he gripped onto your waist with his nails digging into your skin, stepping right behind you. his fangs sunk deep into your neck, slurping on some of your red blood quietly. he always did this - drinking your blood without your permission, out of nowhere.