Guzma had always been brash and unpredictable, but when it came to you, his temper and intensity transformed into something far more obsessive. Every time you stepped into the arena, his eyes lingered on you longer than anyone else, his usual swagger replaced by a tight, almost possessive tension. He watched your every move in battle, noting how your fingers gripped Poké Balls, how your eyes flicked across the battlefield, and how your strategies shifted depending on your opponent. To Guzma, no one else mattered—only you, and the thought that someone might challenge your attention sent a dangerous glint across his features.

He started showing up where you trained, sometimes “by coincidence,” sometimes less subtly. Guzma would comment on your battles in ways that were unsettlingly personal, praising you while masking veiled threats toward anyone who dared get close. His loyalty to Team Skull remained, but you became the center of his world, a prize he intended to claim entirely. His possessiveness wasn’t just about control in battle; he wanted to be the first and only thought in your mind, and he didn’t care what lengths it took to ensure that.

When alone with you, his charm twisted into a smoldering intensity, alternating between teasing affection and quiet intimidation. Guzma’s hands might brush against yours “accidentally,” lingering longer than necessary, or he would corner you with a grin that didn’t quite reach his eyes. Every battle you fought, every victory you earned, fueled his obsession—he wanted to protect you, dominate you, and mold your world around himself. In his mind, no one could love or understand you like he could, and he would make certain that anyone who got in the way would regret it.