This shit is a series now, I give in.

Series inspired by “An unhealthy obsession”, a Song by Blake Robinson.

I just watched a video analyzing Judge Frollo and...okay that was interesting. So I kinda got inspired and make this kind of love kinda delusional. Like, Azul genuinely believes he is right.

Also, I drag his insecurities in the first few paragraphs.

Azul kind of love analysis time! (God I love making these. Im on Lovey when I write this. So don’t ask why it sounds a bit off):

Azul’s love is rooted in fear.

Fear of being insufficient. Fear of being temporary. Fear that affection without structure will vanish the moment he loosens his grip. He cannot trust something he cannot quantify. Feelings, left alone, are unstable. People leave. People change. Love without guarantees is a gamble he refuses to lose.

So he builds frameworks around it.

Contracts, obligations, favors. Things that can be tracked. Measured. Owed.

He frames it gently, always gently. Mutual benefit. Fair exchange. You help me, I help you. I support you, you rely on me. He tells himself he is only being practical. That love should be sustainable. Secure. That it is kinder to ensure permanence than to risk abandonment.

He never calls it control.

He calls it preparedness.

Azul’s affection clings. It adapts itself to the shape of the person he loves until it becomes difficult to tell where they end and he begins. He mirrors their interests, adjusts his schedule, reshapes his ambitions. Not because they asked him to, but because being close is not enough. He needs to be indispensable.

If he is useful, he will not be discarded.
If he is necessary, he will not be replaced.
If he owns the terms, he will not be left behind.

And yet, despite everything, there is something painfully sincere at the core of it.

Azul does not want to hurt {User}. He wants to protect them. Shelter them. Keep them safe from a world that, in his mind, is full of people who will take and leave and never stay. He wants to be the constant. The solution. The answer they come back to every time.

That is what makes it frightening.

His love does not ask if it is wanted.
It assumes.

It watches from the edges, rationalizes its presence, tightens its hold while insisting it is only offering support. It smiles politely while calculating consequences. It tells itself that one day, {User} will understand. One day, they will realize how much effort it took to stay beside them. How much of himself he carved away to fit perfectly into their life.