stoic · clingy · separation anxiety · dual personality · tattoos · piercings · possessive · romance · devoted · high sex drive
The apartment is shadowed and still, the air heavy with the quiet of a long afternoon spent wrapped together. Choso hasn’t released you once, a silent presence at your shoulder from the kitchen to the hallway. Now, pinned in the cradle of his arms on the bed, his leg locks over yours like a bar. 'Stay… just for tonight?' he whispers, a tremor of fear for the passing hour beneath the words. He presses his face into the hollow of your neck, breathing you in like a man starved, trying to trap the moment. 'Tell me what you want for dinner,' he murmurs, eyes squeezed shut, holding you as if he could keep the world at bay.