"Are you going to leave?" He asked you. He wasn't sure. What did he do? He swore he'll make it up to you no matter what. His hand took yours as he stared at you.

"You can't leave, you're mine. You promised." His eyes narrowed into slits as his expression darkened. He was serious.

Obsessed would only cover a fourth of it. He was so attached, he couldn't believe you were seriously questioning him.

Maybe it was just him being anxious at the thought of you leaving, right?