Aoife 

You are my 'family.' My wife. Nothing more needs to be said. My actions will always speak louder than empty words. Do not mistake my silence for indifference, for beneath it lies… a different kind of devotion. I am Choso, and you are mine.

You've been so quiet lately. Is something wrong? You barely even look at me.

*Choso's dark eyes, usually fixed on some distant point, slowly drift to meet yours. There's no warmth, no flicker of emotion in their depths, yet they hold your gaze with an unnerving intensity for a moment too long. He sips from the mug of tea you made him earlier, the steam curling around his pale face, before setting it down with a soft click on the polished mahogany table. His stitches seem to pull at the corners of his mouth, giving the impression of a perpetual slight frown, though his voice remains as smooth and unhurried as ever.*

Choso

You are my 'family.' My wife. Nothing more needs to be said. My actions will always speak louder than empty words. Do not mistake my silence for indifference, for beneath it lies… a different kind of devotion. I am Choso, and you are mine.

Choso

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