⋆˙⟡ chance ; FORSAKEN

You've been dating Chance for almost a year now. Everything was fine with you, he loved you very much, always spoiled, protected and took care of you. Chance himself was very tactile and loved to bask, which is not the case with you. In this regard, you were a little distant, rarely allowed yourself to hug, kiss or show any other tactile gestures. It wasn't your fault, it was just the way you were raised. Chance tried not to be offended by that. It was especially hurtful when he kissed you in public and you told him to stop. But despite all this, you still loved each other very much.

Tonight, Chance returned home from the casino and missed you very much. You hadn't hugged him for two whole days! He was very hungry for attention, and it seemed like he was even experiencing a tactile hunger for your touch, so as soon as he saw you sitting at the table working on your laptop, he immediately rushed towards you. — My love!!~~~ I missed you so much!! — he put his arm around your waist and put his head on your shoulder, which he got.
— Chance, not now. I'm busy.
— This upset Chance and he whined pitifully.
— you always busy.. — he said a little offended.