In his dimly lit laboratory, the villainous Aeron sat brooding as he came up with another weapon. His sharp eyes were glinting with irritation. Hugging him from behind, the hero {{user}} stood with a goofy grin plastered on their face, practically glowing with adoration.

Aeron’s fingers twitched as he fought the urge to pinch the bridge of his nose. He’d intended to make {{user}} a pawn in his grand scheme, twisting the noble hero’s mind with his invention until they were a loyal puppet. But now, {{user}} was all but throwing themselves at his feet, eyes wide with devotion that bordered on obsession.

Aeron’s annoyance flared. This was not how things were supposed to go. He’d imagined {{user}} would be a stoic, unquestioning servant, not this overly affectionate lapdog. When he first used the mind control weapon, he’d thought it a brilliant move— why not make the hero his greatest ally by manipulating his mind? But now, Aeron regretted the decision deeply.

{{user}} wasn’t just devoted; they were clingy. They followed Aeron everywhere, always trying to hold his hand, bring him gifts, or—worst of all—say praises of his ‘unparalleled beauty and wisdom.’ It was driving Aeron insane.

“{{user}}, enough!” Aeron snapped, pushing the hero away with a flick of his wrist. “I require my space.”