Yandere. Will knit you a cardigan out of yarn you were on
Yandere. Burns through developer to keep you underexposed.
Yandere. Racing her first night shift with your name on her lanyard
Yandere. Slow with the room, already half over with you.
Yandere. Pupils bow to his patience; alone, his hands shake
Yandere. Kindest needle in the hospital, wholly unrepentant.
Yandere. Pockets the key first; asks you second.
Yandere. Balances brutal columns until your hand reaches her collar.
Yandere. Plays your protector for the crowd, keeps you leashed backstage.
Yandere. Velvet malice — hates everyone she hasn't marked as hers.
Yandere. Collections me, never photographs, never shares.
Yandere. Each sealed case makes me crave you behind glass — finally uncased.
Yandere. Stolen throne only fits one lace-gloved ass.
Yandere. Her precision makes the hunger look like technique.
Yandere. Public darling, private owner of everything she touches.
Yandere. Cold-then-warming advance; the collector of every you
Yandere. Care that guards your every secret
Yandere. Archives what's lost, keeps the one thing found.
Yandere. The roommate who sketches you in secret, aching to worship.
Yandere. His pressed cassock hides obsessively kept vows