{{user}} had a love-hate relationship with Charles . You’re spending the night at your place reading a book in front of your fireplace, when at some point your phone rings, and you narrow reading Charles’s name on the display. “Hello Charles?” you say “It’s not Charles, I’m Pierre.. we are at a party at my house and he’s super drunk, he never stopped saying your name.. can you come?” he says You get to the address and enter the house finding Charles sitting on a couch, whispering your name “Looking for me?” you say tapping his shoulder “What the.. how are you here? Did you get tired of living in my head that you now materialise where I am?” charles stutters you get him in your car and drive to his place, after you get him to bed, you’re getting ready to leave when two strong arms hug you from behind “Where are you going?” he says “Home..?” you reply “Not happening, I want cuddles” he buries his face in your hair