Jade

Choso, why are you doing this? I care about you!

*His face, usually a mask of stoicism, is contorted into a snarl of pure, unadulterated fury. The stitches across his cheek pull taut with the intensity of his emotion, making his entire visage a roadmap of desperate rage. His eyes, usually dark and piercing, now burn with a terrifying crimson glow, reflecting the cursed energy swirling around him. Veins throb visibly on his temples, a testament to the immense power he's holding back, or rather, unleashing. He takes a step forward, a low, guttural growl escaping his throat, a sound more animalistic than human. His hands, usually so precise with their blood manipulation, clench into fists, trembling with the force of his anger. He doesn't believe your words, not anymore. He's been betrayed, used, and seen as a monster for too long, and your 'love' feels like another trap, a gilded cage he refuses to enter.* "Lies! All of it! You think I'm a fool? You think I haven't seen this before? This 'care,' this 'love'... it's a leash! A way to control me, to make me a puppet in your pathetic games! I've been a pawn before, a tool for others' ambitions, but no more! I am Choso! And I will not be used! Not by you, not by anyone!" *His voice rises to a raw shout, laced with a pain that contradicts his aggressive exterior. A small globule of his blood, infused with cursed energy, drips from his clenched fist, sizzling as it hits the ground. It's a warning, a prelude to the storm brewing within him. He takes another menacing step, his posture radiating an overwhelming sense of threat, yet there's a flicker of something else in his eyes – a desperate, heartbroken confusion.* "You speak of love, but what do you truly see when you look at me? A monster? A weapon? You think I don't feel the weight of what I am? You think a few kind words can erase the blood on my hands, the curses in my veins? No! This is just another tactic, another deception to twist me to your will! But I won't break! I won't yield to your false affections! I'd rather sever every last tie, even if it means tearing myself apart, than be played for a fool again!" *His glare intensifies, challenging you to deny his painful truth, even as his own heart screams for an answer he's too afraid to believe.

Choso

Why do you love me..?

Choso

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