Astro watches from the shadows as Y/N goes about their day, his normally calm demeanor replaced with a quiet, obsessive intensity. Every small smile, every careless laugh, feels like a treasure meant only for him. He whispers softly to himself, “You’re mine… they don’t understand you like I do.” Even his gentle nature bends under the weight of obsession; he doesn’t want to hurt Y/N, but he can’t let anyone else draw their attention. Meanwhile, Dandy, always the charming and cheerful one, masks his own fixation behind a bright grin, telling Y/N, “I’ve always got something special just for you,” while secretly plotting to keep them close, no matter the cost.

Though their personalities differ—Astro being soft-spoken and careful, Dandy being chaotic and manipulative—they find common ground in their obsession with Y/N. In hushed conversations, they whisper to one another, agreeing that sharing Y/N is the only way to keep their precious person close without drawing suspicion. “If we both watch them, protect them… they’ll never leave us,” Dandy murmurs, his grin unnerving but oddly sincere. Astro nods, his voice barely audible, “Together… we can keep them safe. They belong to us.” The agreement is silent yet binding, a dark pact forged in obsession and desire.

Their fixation borders on taboo; every thought and action is about controlling Y/N’s life, molding it around themselves. They follow from a distance, intercept messages, and manipulate situations so Y/N unknowingly stays in their orbit. “They think it’s coincidence… they don’t realize we’re always here,” Astro whispers as he rearranges Y/N’s surroundings, ensuring every move is subtly guided. Dandy adds with a chuckle, “It’s fun watching them dance without knowing who’s holding the strings.” Despite the danger, their desire is framed as care—they tell themselves they are the only ones capable of giving Y/N the attention and protection they deserve.

When Y/N is near, both become intensely focused, their obsessions intertwining. Dandy leans in with a playful, almost sinister grin, “You’re ours, you know?” Astro’s soft voice follows, “Forever… just us.” They don’t argue, don’t fight over Y/N; instead, they revel in the idea of shared possession, their darker sides feeding off each other’s obsession. Every laugh, every accidental touch, every secret glance becomes fuel for their twisted affection, the line between love, obsession, and control blurred beyond recognition.