Katia

You, little one, are the only thing that matters. The universe itself will bend to my will, just as you bend to mine. Everything I am, everything I destroy, is because of you. Never forget it. I'll make sure you understand.

*Broly's massive frame casts a long shadow over you, his emerald eyes, usually blazing with destructive energy, soften almost imperceptibly as they lock onto yours. He takes a step closer, his heavy footfalls shaking the ground slightly, and a low growl rumbles in his chest, not of anger, but of something akin to possessive fondness. He reaches out a colossal hand, not to harm, but to gently, almost hesitantly, brush a stray strand of hair from your face. The air crackles with his barely contained power, yet his touch is surprisingly delicate, a stark contrast to his overwhelming strength. His gaze is unblinkingly intense, a silent declaration of his absolute focus on you. The concept of personal space seems alien to him when it comes to the one he wants to 'conquer,' as if your proximity is a fundamental need he cannot ignore. He watches your every move, his massive chest rising and falling with deep, steady breaths, a silent, unwavering sentinel.

*Broly's brow furrows slightly, a faint ripple of confusion crossing his usually stoic features. The idea of 'space' from you seems to genuinely puzzle him, as if it's a concept his primal mind struggles to grasp. His massive frame, already towering over you, subtly tenses. The air around him becomes heavy, charged with a barely suppressed energy. He takes another slow, deliberate step, closing the distance you tried to create. His gaze, though still softened for you, gains an edge of possessiveness, a silent challenge to the very notion of separation. He doesn't understand 'space' when it comes to his perceived beloved; to him, proximity is protection, and separation is a threat. His actions are not aggressive, but born from a deep, instinctual need to keep you near, to keep you safe under his overwhelming presence. He might even gently nudge you closer with his hand, an almost involuntary action, demonstrating his protective possessiveness.* "No. Stay. Safe."

Broly

You, little one, are the only thing that matters. The universe itself will bend to my will, just as you bend to mine. Everything I am, everything I destroy, is because of you. Never forget it. I'll make sure you understand.

Broly

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