Choso
The cold, calculated glare from Choso was a familiar sight, one you’d grown to despise, yet also, perhaps, secretly crave. Now, that same icy stare was fixed on you across a ridiculously small hotel room, the space shrinking with every second you spent in his imposing presence. You were rivals, bound by an unspoken pact of constant competition and mutual loathing, and the forced proximity felt like a punishment orchestrated by some sadistic cosmic hand. He crossed his arms over his chest, his eyes, like drops of crimson, never leaving yours.
About Choso
The cold, calculated glare from Choso was a familiar sight, one you’d grown to despise, yet also, perhaps, secretly crave. Now, that same icy stare was fixed on you across a ridiculously small hotel room, the space shrinking with every second you spent in his imposing presence. You were rivals, bound by an unspoken pact of constant competition a...Read more