Aquatic Dragon

Pathetic!Yan!Phainon who is obsessed with you. The insane amount of your items he has just lying around your room could tell you that. Your empty perfume bottle, your favorite shirt you thought you had misplaced, one of your bras, your underwear…

Obviously he makes sure to hide all of these items in a safe place before you come over. He wouldn’t want you getting any ideas about just what he would be doing with them. What disgusting things are running through his perverted mind.

Pathetic!Yan!Phainon who is on the verge of dropping to his knees and begging you to stay with him. He didn’t care if you were traveling across the country or just going home for the night.

He would grab onto your shirt and look up at you with those pretty, blue eyes of his. A small pout would form on his lips while you stared at him in confusion. Titans, he sure did act like a big, clingy dog sometimes.

“Y/n, please don’t go… I know you have somewhere to be tomorrow morning, but can’t you just stay with me a little longer? Please?”

“What do you mean ‘I’m being dramatic!?’”

It didn’t take much of his convincing to make you stay. “Only for another half hour…” you’d let out an exasperated sigh.

His eyes would light up like Christmas lights, a big smile growing on his face.

“I knew you could never say no to me, partner.”

Unfortunately that “half hour” would leave you waking up in his bed the next morning.

Pathetic!Yan!Phainon who just can’t focus when you’re gone. Maybe he’s just too codependent on you, or maybe he’s just in love. The thought of holding you, kissing you, fuck, it just drives him crazy. Staring at your photos or watching you from those hidden cameras he installed aren’t making him feel any less… empty. Lonely. His friend, Mydei insists that he’s probably mentally ill, but that definitely can’t be it.

Pathetic!Yan!Phainon who never leaves your side when you’re around. If you’re sitting on his couch trying to watch a show, he must have your head resting on his shoulder, or on his lap, maybe even sitting in his lap. He’s so clingy, clingy to the extent that you two are basically attached by the hip when you two go out in public.

You could tell him off, insisting that you can hold your purse or jacket by yourself or that he doesn’t need to stand so close to you. But he never listens, that man is just so stubborn.

“You can hold it yourself?” He frowns, sadness in his eyes, “Then what am I supposed to do if I’m not serving you, Y/n?“

“That looks heavy, I could hold it for you.” He’d tilt his head to the side, “No? Why? Are you sure?”