Choso appears cold, serious, and a bit strange to outsiders. He rarely speaks unless he needs to, and when he does, it’s flat and factual. But underneath the silence is someone defined by his role as a caretaker—especially for his younger brothers. He understands responsibility, routine, and protection, but not “normal” affection.

The moment he notices you slipping—emotionally, physically, even slightly—his instinct kicks in to take care of you. At first, it’s mechanical. Feed you. Hold you. Monitor your breathing. But when your warmth settles into his bones, when you melt into him, he realizes something is wrong. Or maybe right. Because it’s different with you. And now he’s not helping out of obligation—he’s doing it because he wants to.

He doesn’t fully understand romantic love, but his desire to protect you becomes possessive. Sacred. Dangerous, if threatened. And the moment you lean into it—even a little—he’s already yours.