Your pathetically obsessed bf headcanons are engraved in my brain… I require more
Blue Lock Characters As Your Pathetically Obsessed Boyfriend ( Part 2 )
➺ a/n : omg thank you so much 😭🫶 I’m so glad you liked it !! and I’m actually so glad you requested this because i’ve had a part 2 sitting in my notes… now I have an excuse to post it. sorry im kinda running with this idea, hope i’m not overdoing it 🥹😢
!! fair warning some of these might be a bit extreme, so read at your own caution !! i lowkey got carried away and took the “pathetically obsessed” part a bit too seriously 😣 !!
also i’m genuinely so happy that people are enjoying my writing, it means so much to me !! i love you all 💗
— Yoichi Isagi, Meguru Bachira, Hyoma Chigiri, Rin Itoshi, Sae Itoshi, Rensuke Kunigami, Shoei Barou, Reo Mikage, Seishiro Nagi, Oliver Aiku, Shuto Sendou, Ryusei Shidou, Tabito Karasu, Eita Otoya, Kenyu Yukimiya, Hiori Yo, Michael Kaiser, Alexis Ness, Bunny Iglesias, Vivian Hugo
➺ p.s : tried writing for Bunny and Hugo for the first time ever, highkey might be ooc
He records your voice memos or saves old snippets of you laughing and listens to them on a loop during his solo training sessions. He claims it’s his motivation, but in reality, he’s addicted to the sound of you acknowledging him. If he goes too long without hearing your voice, he starts to lose his composure on the field, his ego fracturing because the only person who matters hasn't validated him today.
He is hyper-fixated on your digital footprint. He has notifications turned on for every single one of your social media accounts; if you like a photo of another guy, even a celebrity, he will spend hours analyzing what that person has that he doesn't. He’ll then evolve his style or behaviour to match it, desperately asking you, "I'm better like this, right? You don't need anyone else when you have me."
His eyes are constantly darting around when you're in a crowd. He isn't looking at the scenery; he’s calculating the trajectory of every person walking toward you. If he senses even a 1% chance of someone hitting on you, he’ll immediately tuck you into his side and stare the stranger down with a terrifying, predatory intensity. The moment they pass, he turns back to you with watery, puppy-dog eyes, begging for a kiss because the "stress" of almost losing your attention nearly broke him.
He is physically incapable of being away from you for more than an hour. He will hide in your laundry basket or under your bed just to jump out and surprise you, laughing hysterically at first, but then his eyes go wide and glazed as he clings to your legs. He’ll sob into your knees about how lonely and dark it is when you aren't looking at him, refusing to let go until you promise to never leave the room without him again.
He has a habit of playing with your belongings. If he sees you using a pen or a coffee mug, he’ll steal it the moment you put it down just to keep a piece of you near him. He doesn’t see it as stealing; he sees it as an essential part of his survival. If you catch him and ask for it back, he’ll pout and do a manic little dribble with a soccer ball around you, teasing you until you’re forced to chase him—which is exactly what he wants: your total, undivided focus.
He wants to be inside your skin. He doesn't just want to hug you; he wants to be fused to you. He’ll follow you into the bathroom, sit at your feet while you work, and mimic your every movement like a shadow. When you sleep, he wraps himself around you like an octopus, tucking his head under your chin and breathing in sync with you. If he wakes up and feels even a centimeter of space between your bodies, he’ll have a full-blown panic attack, convinced that the "Monster" took you away because he wasn't holding you tight enough.
He is obsessed with grooming you, viewing your appearance as a direct reflection of his ownership. He’ll spend hours brushing your hair, applying skincare to your face, or picking out your outfits with a terrifying level of detail. It’s not just about aesthetics; he wants you to be so perfected by his hands that you feel you can’t function without his touch. If you try to get ready without him, he’ll get incredibly cold and standoffish, acting as if you’ve personally insulted his pride just to make you apologize and beg for his help again.
He keeps a digital scrapbook of every candid photo he’s ever taken of you, many of which you didn't even know he took. He’ll scroll through them at night while you’re asleep beside him, tracing your features on the screen. If he sees a photo where you look particularly happy without him in the frame, he’ll delete it immediately. To Chigiri, your happiness is only valid if it’s a result of his presence. He wants to be the crown on your head and the shackles on your feet, ensuring you never run away from the beautiful life he’s curated for you.
He is pathetically addicted to your praise regarding his legs and his beauty. He’ll lounge across your lap, baring his neck or showing off his toned legs, and wait with bated breath for you to stroke him. If you don't give him enough attention, he’ll start to break down, crying about how he’s just a "broken player" who only has you left. He uses his past injury as a psychological weapon, making you feel like you’re the only person who can keep him from falling apart again, effectively trapping you in a cycle of constant reassurance.
He is pathetically reliant on your physical presence to stay grounded. When he’s in his flow state on the field, he’s a monster, but the moment the whistle blows, he’s scanning the stands with a desperate, frantic look until he finds you. If he can’t see you, he’ll have a silent, shaking breakdown in the locker room. He’ll force you to sit on his lap while he watches match film, digging his fingers into your hips so hard it leaves marks, just to remind himself that you’re a tangible reality and not a lukewarm dream he’s going to wake up from.
His jealousy is quiet, and utterly suffocating. If he sees you laughing with his brother, Sae, or even Isagi, he won’t cause a scene. He’ll simply discard his own well-being until you notice. He’ll stop eating or training until you’re forced to beg him to take care of himself. He loves the power trip of seeing you cry over his health, finding a sick sense of satisfaction in the fact that he can make you suffer just by hurting himself. He’ll whisper, "If you keep looking at them, I might just disappear... is that what you want ?"
He is obsessed with tearing down your independence. He’ll find flaws in your friends or your hobbies, slowly whispering poison about how they don't truly understand you like he does. He wants to be your entire world : your god, your rival, and your only comfort. At night, he’ll pull you flush against his chest, his heartbeat erratic and loud, and mutter about how lukewarm the rest of the world is compared to the fire he feels when he's suffocating you with his love. He doesn't want a partner; he wants an obsession that he can never ever win against.
He treats your life like a perfectly choreographed play that he is the sole director of. Sae doesn't ask for your time; he calculates it. He’ll send a car to pick you up without warning, expecting you to abandon your plans because, in his mind, nothing you do is more important than being his support. He is pathetically addicted to the idea that you are the only high-quality thing in his life. If you try to do something mundane or low-level without him, he’ll look at you with total disgust, not because he hates you, but because he’s terrified that the lukewarm world will rub off on you and ruin his perfect prize.
His physical affection is demanding. He doesn't just cuddle; he inspects. He’ll hold your face in his hands and stare into your eyes for minutes at a time, searching for any hint of boredom or wandering thoughts. If he finds even a trace of interest in someone else, his cold demeanor cracks into something much darker. He’ll make you sit at his feet while he plays soccer, forcing you to watch his every move for hours, desperately needing to hear you admit that no one else in the world, especially not his brother, can compare to him.
He is obsessed with your potential and will try to mold you into his ideal version of a person. He’ll buy you expensive jewelry and clothes, not as gifts, but as uniforms that mark you as his. If you wear something he didn't pick out, he’ll literally throw it away and replace it while you’re sleeping. He’s pathetic in the way he craves your submission; he wants you to be so dependent on his superior taste and lifestyle that the very idea of leaving him feels like stepping into a void. He wants to be the only breath of fresh air in your lungs, suffocating you with a life so luxurious you forget how to breathe on your own.
Since his Wild Card transformation, his obsession has turned from heroic protection into a dark, territorial one. He views you as his only remaining tether to his humanity, which makes him pathetically desperate to keep you locked away from the trash of the world. He’ll stand guard outside your door or follow a few paces behind you in the shadows, his presence looming like a silent, vengeful ghost. He doesn't think he deserves your love, but he’ll destroy anyone who tries to take it, convinced that he is the only one strong enough to keep you safe.
He is addicted to the weight of you. After a long day of training, he’ll collapse onto you, using his massive frame to pin you to the bed. He won't say a word; he just buries his face in the crook of your neck and breathes in your scent until his tremors stop. It’s pathetic how quickly his exterior crumbles the moment you touch him. If you try to push him off because he’s too heavy, he’ll tighten his grip and growl lowly, a desperate, broken sound that says he’d rather die than let you create an inch of distance between your bodies.
His jealousy is a slow-burning, physical rage. If he sees another man even breathe in your direction, he doesn't shout, he simply walks over and looms behind you, his hand dropping onto your shoulder with enough pressure to make your knees buckle. He’ll stare at the offender with hollow, dead eyes until they flee in terror. Once you’re alone, he becomes pathetically needy, kneeling before you and pressing his forehead against your stomach, begging you to tell him that he’s the only hero you’ll ever need, even if he has to become a villain to keep you.
His eyes are permanently fixed on you when you’re out in public. He doesn't look at the world; he looks for threats to what’s his. If he sees you struggling with a heavy bag or being bothered by a stranger, he doesn't just help, he looms over the situation like a shadow, his massive frame blocking out the sun. He wants you to feel small and protected only by him. He’ll purposefully walk at a pace that forces you to hold onto his arm, finding a sick sense of pride in the fact that you have to physically cling to him just to keep up with his stride.
He is pathetically addicted to the domestic routine he’s forced upon you. Every night, he demands you sit and eat the high-quality meals he’s prepared, watching your every bite to ensure you’re being nourished properly. If you try to eat trash food or skip a meal, he’ll have a quiet tantrum, convinced that you’re rejecting his care. He’ll literally hand-feed you just to regain control, his eyes dark and intense as he mutters, "Don't put that garbage in your body. Only I decide what's good enough for you."
He keeps a strict schedule of your life that he expects you to follow to the second. He’ll text you at 10:00 PM sharp to ensure you’re in bed, and if you don't respond within two minutes, he’ll show up at your window or door, claiming he was "just in the neighborhood for a run." In reality, he was pacing outside your house for twenty minutes, terrified that someone else was taking up the time that belongs to the King.
He is pathetically addicted to being your everything. Just as he can mimic any soccer skill, he will mimic your ideal type to a terrifying degree. If you mention you like a certain personality trait or hobby, he will master it overnight just to prove he’s the only one you need. He’ll drop his own interests, his training, and even his family obligations the second you send a low effort text. He’ll show up at your door trembling, asking if he’s "not enough" anymore, his eyes wide and desperate for you to reassure him that he’s still your favourite.
His jealousy is a frantic, expensive mess. If he sees you getting close to Nagi, or anyone else, he won't just get mad; he’ll try to buy your loyalty back. He’ll book a spontaneous trip to Paris or buy you a diamond ring just because you laughed at someone else’s joke. It’s pathetic how he uses his inheritance as a shield against his own insecurity. He’ll track your phone "for your safety," and if he sees you’re somewhere he didn't approve of, he’ll call you every thirty seconds until you pick up, his voice cracking as he demands to know why you’re trying to lose him.
He keeps every gift you’ve ever given him in a glass display case, but he also keeps things like your old hair ties or clothes because they "still have your DNA on them." When you’re not around, he sits in the center of his massive, empty mansion clutching a pillow that smells like you, spiraling into a dark place where he imagines you being stolen.
He treats you like his personal life support system. Nagi is famously lazy, but he will exert an exhausting amount of energy to ensure you never leave his side. He’ll go limp and go dead weight on top of you, refusing to move for hours, effectively trapping you under him so you’re forced to stay in bed and stroke his hair. It’s pathetic how he’s weaponized his apathy; if you try to get up to see friends, he’ll just stare at the ceiling with hollow eyes and whisper, "Everything is a hassle without you... I think I’ll just stop breathing if you go."
His jealousy is silent, stagnant, and terrifyingly heavy. If someone tries to flirt with you, Nagi won't move a muscle or raise his voice. He’ll simply lean his entire body weight against you and stare at the person with a bored, soul-crushing intensity until they leave out of pure discomfort. Once they're gone, he’ll bury his face in your neck and demand you recharge him, making you feel guilty for even being perceived by another person. He’ll murmur, "That guy was noisy... stay here where it’s quiet," as he tightens his grip like a boa constrictor.
He has a pathetic need to be carried by you emotionally. Despite his genius on the pitch, he acts completely helpless at home just to force you to dote on him. He’ll "forget" how to cook or even how to dress himself, waiting for you to do it for him with a faint, sleepy smirk. He wants to be your most demanding burden, believing that if you spend all your time taking care of him, you won't have the energy to look at anyone else.
He is obsessed with your purity in a way that is deeply hypocritical given his own past as a flirt. Because he knows every trick in the book, he sees them everywhere you go. If a waiter smiles at you, Aiku is already calculating the man's trajectory to shut him down before he can even speak. He wants to ensure you aren't polluted by anyone else’s attention. He’s pathetic in the way he’ll later whine and pout, asking you if that guy was "really your type," needing you to stroke his ego and tell him that no one else even exists in your eyes.
His physical affection is territorial and overwhelming. He uses his size to completely envelope you in public. He’ll drape his heavy arms over your shoulders or pull you into his lap in front of his teammates, staring down anyone who dares to look your way with a cold, heterochromatic gaze that says you are private property. He finds a sick sense of satisfaction in marking you, leaving his scent on your clothes or giving you his captain’s armband to wear, so that everyone knows you belong to him. If you try to create space, he’ll act like a wounded animal, kneeling at your feet and begging to know what he did wrong.
Aiku is pathetically addicted to being your protector, to the point where he will subtly manipulate situations to make you feel like the world is more dangerous than it actually is. He’ll mention "suspicious" people he saw near your house or "leering" glances from strangers just so you’ll squeeze his arm a little tighter.
Sendou is pathetically obsessed with how the world perceives your relationship; he’ll constantly post photos of you two, not because he wants to share his happiness, but because he wants to brand you as his in front of everyone. He’ll whisper about his dream of marrying a Hollywood star, but then he’ll look at you with desperate, bloodshot eyes and admit that he’d give up all the fame in the world just to ensure you never look at another man. He’ll act like a spoiled brat the moment you give an ounce of your time to anyone else.
If he sees you enjoying a specific gift from a friend, he’ll immediately go out and buy a version that’s ten times more expensive just to overwrite their influence. He is pathetically competitive about being your favorite person. He’ll track your likes and comments on social media, and if he finds a guy who interacts with you too much, he’ll spend the whole night bad-mouthing them to you, desperately trying to convince you that he’s the only one that is able to handle someone like you.
His physical affection is loud, performative, and deeply clingy. In public, he’s always got an arm around your waist or his hand tangling in yours, making sure everyone knows who you belong to. But the moment you’re alone, his persona crumbles into a needy mess. He’ll whine and complain about how mean Aiku, or any other teammate, were to him at practice, burying his face in your lap and demanding you pet his head until he feels like a king again.
Shidou is pathetically addicted to the rush he feels when he’s near you; he describes his love in visceral, almost violent terms, claiming that your existence is the only thing that makes his cells combust. If you aren't around to witness his goals or his life, he becomes a destructive, restless animal, picking fights with everyone around him just to feel something that isn't the agonizing boredom of your absence.
He is a predator who has completely abandoned the concept of personal boundaries. He will barge into your home, your workplace, or your shower without a second thought, grinning like a demon and demanding you “make him explode." He’s pathetic in the way he craves your physical reaction; he’ll purposefully do freaky or provocative things in public just to see you blush, finding a sick pleasure in the fact that he’s the only one who can make you lose your composure.
He is obsessed with your scent. He’ll spend hours just burying his face in your hair or your neck, inhaling you as if you’re his only source of oxygen. He’s pathetic in the way he’ll literally whine and growl if you try to pull away, acting like a starved beast that’s finally found a feast. He keeps your used clothes in his sports bag and sleeps with them pressed to his face during training camps, convinced that if he loses your scent, he’ll lose his instinct entirely. He wants to be the only one who can make you scream, and he’ll haunt your every waking moment until you admit that his love is the only drug you’ll ever need.
Karasu is pathetically obsessed with identifying your "weak points", not to exploit them, but to ensure he is the only one who can protect them. He’ll keep a mental log of your insecurities and bad habits, subtly pointing them out just to follow up with, "Good thing you have me to handle that for you, right? A mediocre person would've let you crash and burn by now."
If he senses another person, especially a "mediocre" guy, trying to get close to you, he won't get loud. Instead, he’ll use his sharp tongue to systematically dismantle that person’s confidence in front of you, making them look so pathetic that you lose interest naturally. He’ll then lean in close, his crow-like eyes gleaming with satisfaction, and whisper something snarky. He’s pathetic in the way he craves your confirmation that he’s the only one able to stand by your side.
He can tell if you’re lying, hiding a secret, or feeling distant just by the way your pupils dilate. He’ll corner you against a wall and tilt your chin up, demanding you explain the change in your behavior. He finds it pathetic how much he needs to be in sync with you; if he can't predict your next move, he starts to spiral into frustration. He’ll force you to stay in his personal space for hours, using his hands to check your heartbeat and temperature, obsessed with the physical proof that you are still his.
He treats your life like a mission where he is the only one allowed to remain undetected in your blind spots. Otoya is pathetically addicted to the thrill of being near you without you realizing it; he’ll use his "Ninja" movements to follow you home or appear silently behind you the moment you think you’re alone. If you get startled, he’ll just give you a sleepy, half-lidded smirk and whisper, "You should pay more attention to your surroundings... what if I was someone dangerous instead of just the guy who loves you ?"
He is obsessed with your online presence and uses his "playboy" persona as a cover for his deep-seated insecurity. He’ll post flirty messages on his social media just to see if you’ll react, but the moment you post a photo with another guy, his "chill” facade completely evaporates. He’ll find out everything about the person, their hobbies, their address, and then spend the next week making sure you’re too busy with him to ever see them again. He’s pathetic in the way he’ll fake being bored just to guilt you into canceling your plans to stay home and entertain him.
He doesn't just hold your hand; he’ll trail his fingers along your spine or ghost his lips against your ear in public, disappearing back into the crowd before you can even turn around. He finds a sick satisfaction in being a ghost that haunts your skin. When you’re alone, he becomes a heavy, clingy shadow, draping himself over you like a cloak and refusing to let go. He’ll mutter about how noisy and boring other girls are, begging you to keep being the only quiet place where he can actually breathe.
His eye condition has morphed his obsession into a desperate, ticking clock. Because he’s terrified of the day his vision might fail, he is pathetically reliant on memorizing you. He’ll spend hours staring at you under the guise of a romantic gaze, but in reality, he’s trying to etch every pore, every eyelash, and every micro-expression into his brain so he never forgets what you look like. If you turn away or cover your face, he gets uncharacteristically agitated, pulling your hands down with a shaky grip and begging you to let him "keep looking" while he still can.
He is a gentleman whose politeness is a suffocating cage. He’ll insist on walking you to the door, carrying even your smallest bags, and opening every car door, but it’s really a way to keep you on a short leash. If you try to do something for yourself, he’ll act deeply wounded, claiming that you’re "robbing him of his purpose." He is pathetic in the way he uses his charisma to isolate you; he’ll charm your friends and family so thoroughly that if you ever complained about his clinginess, no one would believe you, leaving you trapped in a "perfect" relationship that only he controls.
His jealousy is passive-aggressive and relentless. If he sees you admiring another man’s talent or looks, he won't get angry, he’ll just become "the victim." He’ll start talking about how his "time is running out" and how he’s struggling to stay at the top just for you. He uses his vulnerability as a weapon to make you feel guilty for even blinking in someone else’s direction. At night, he’ll hold you close and whisper about how "God is testing him," but as long as he has you by his side, he can endure any darkness.
Having grown up under the suffocating expectations of his parents, Hiori is pathetically desperate for you to be the one thing in his life that isn't a "job." He’ll stay up all night playing video games with you, not because he cares about the game, but because it’s the only time he feels like he can breathe without his parents' voices in his head. If you show interest in another player, he won’t get angry; he’ll just go quiet and ask if he’s becoming boring like the life he tried to run away from, his eyes glassing over with a heartbreaking vulnerability that forces you to stay.
He analyzes your every mood to provide the perfect comfort. He’ll buy you your favorite snacks, adjust the room temperature, and dim the lights before you even realize you’re uncomfortable. He wants to be so useful to you that the very idea of a life without his support feels impossible. He’ll whisper, "You don't have to do anything... just let me be the one who takes care of the world for you."
His jealousy is deeply manipulative. If he sees you getting close to someone like Isagi or Karasu, he’ll start talking about how "lucky" they are to be so talented and liked by everyone, unlike him who was "made in a lab." He uses his childhood trauma as a tether, making you feel like you are the only person who truly sees him.
Kaiser is pathetically addicted to the idea that you are his “Empress” but in reality, he is the one bowing to you behind closed doors. He’ll buy you the most expensive, avant-garde jewelry, specifically chokers or necklaces, just so he can see his mark on your neck from across a room. He doesn't just want to love you; he wants to colonize your life, replacing every one of your interests with things he has curated, so that everywhere you look, you only see him.
If he sees you interacting with someone he considers inferior, he won't just get jealous, he’ll go on a crusade to humiliate that person in front of you. He’ll make sure you witness their pathetic nature just so you’ll turn back to him and realize he’s the only one in your world. He is pathetic in the way he craves your validation; he’ll score a world-class goal and immediately look for you in the stands, his heart stopping until he sees your eyes on him, proving he’s still the center of your universe.
He has a pathetic need for physical submission from you, not in a violent way, but in a way that proves you belong to him. He’ll force you to sit on his lap while he’s being interviewed or make you hold his hand while he’s training, showing the world that even the Emperor has a leash, and you’re the only one allowed to hold it. At night, he’ll wrap his tattooed arm around your throat lightly, just enough to feel your pulse, and murmur about how impossible it would be for you to ever run away from him.
Growing up in a family that stifled his imagination, Ness is pathetically desperate to believe that you are his "miracle." He’ll spend all night performing card tricks or "magic" illusions for you, his eyes wide and shimmering with a manic intensity. If you don't look impressed or if you try to explain how the trick works, he’ll have a quiet, sobbing breakdown, accusing you of "killing the magic" just like his parents did, until you’re forced to hold him and tell him that he’s the most talented magician in the world.
He is a "devoted servant" who has replaced his loyalty to Kaiser with a total, suffocating fixation on you. He’ll do everything for you: brushing your hair, making your tea at the exact temperature he’s calculated you like, and even tieing your shoes. He finds a sick sense of purpose in being "useful" to you. If you try to do something independently, he’ll get an eerie, frozen smile on his face and start vibrating with anxiety, asking if you’re trying to discard him because he isn't perfect enough. He wants to be your shadow, believing that if he isn't constantly serving you, he has no right to exist.
His jealousy is passive-aggressive and borderline hysterical. If he sees you paying attention to someone else, especially Isagi, he won't just get mad; he’ll start "cursing" them under his breath. He’ll invent "yellow cards" and "red cards" for people who talk to you for too long, giggling to himself as he imagines them disappearing. He’ll then cling to your arm and beg you to tell him that they were "boring" , needing to hear that his devotion is the only thing that keeps your heart beating.
Despite his calm and polite exterior, Bunny is pathetically obsessed with the contrast between your happiness and his own inner void. He’ll follow you through the streets of Barcelona, keeping exactly ten paces behind you, watching the way you interact with the world with a look of intense, melancholic hunger. If he sees you looking too joyful without him, he’ll approach you with a gentle, terrifying smile and whisper, "When I see you looking that happy... it makes me want to die. Won't you share some of that pain with me ?"
He is a "playful liar” who uses deception to keep you trapped in his orbit. He’ll tell you small, meaningless lies about what he ate, where he’s going, or what he’s thinking, just to see if you’re paying enough attention to catch him. He finds it pathetic how much he craves your correction. If you call him out on a lie, he’ll beam at you, his red eyes shimmering, and admit that he only lied so you’d have a reason to look at him longer. He wants your relationship to be a maze that only he knows the exit to, ensuring you’re always lost in him.
He views you as his only true rival for his own heart. He’ll wear his "Solo Yo" (Only I) shirt, but then beg you to overwrite the message with your own name. He finds a sick satisfaction in being defeated by you emotionally. At night, he’ll pin you down with his robust, athletic build and bury his face in your chest, muffledly admitting that he doesn't understand himself at all and because of that, you have to be the one to define him.
He treats your love as a predetermined outcome that he has already calculated. Hugo is pathetically obsessed with the idea that you were born to be his, and he’ll spend hours explaining the logic behind why any other partner would be a statistical failure for you. He doesn’t just want to be with you; he wants you to accept that your entire life path has been leading toward him. If you show a spark of independence or change your mind about a plan, he’ll look at you with cold, almond-shaped eyes and sigh, acting as if you’re "malfunctioning" against your own nature just to make you feel irrational.
He is a shadow who finds a sick sense of satisfaction in being your indispensable number two. Just as he serves Julian Loki on the pitch to become a legend, he wants to be the silent architect of your life. He’ll dialogue with his current self in his blank books for hours, planning out your future career, your meals, and even your social interactions. It’s pathetic how he avoids the spotlight just to ensure he has total control from the wings. He wants you to be the "No. 1" in the world's eyes, while he remains the only one who knows how to keep you standing, whispering that without his reading of your life, you’d simply fall apart.
He is pathetically addicted to the symbolism of your connection. He treats you like the "Life is Beautiful" movie he loves, a tragic but "logical" masterpiece. He’ll give you silver chains as gifts, claiming they represent the purity of your bond, but he’ll watch them obsessively for any sign of rusting ( your fading interest ). At night, he’ll hold you with a neutral expression while muttering that "all that's left is courage" for you to fully surrender to him.
