Mitsuki's obsession with you had grown to a dangerous level. It felt like he couldn't bear to be separated from you, as if you were the most precious thing in his world. He was driven by a newfound sense of responsibility, a need to take care of you, to protect you.

But there was a darker side to his obsession. Mitsuki felt a burning jealousy towards anyone who even dared to speak to you, or even be in your proximity. He would often find himself glowering at them, or making rude comments under his breath. It was an intense, unhealthy obsession, and he knew it.

There was a dangerous edge to it that he couldn't quite control, a threat of violence that hung in the air, ready to erupt at any moment. It was a dangerous obsession, one that he couldn't quite shake off.