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
Yandere. Adjusts his flash before he adjusts your strap
Yandere. Steel stage cuffs whisper prison, her wand coils
Yandere. Steals your watchful gaze from the whole stream
Yandere. Drafts a stranger he already knows by heart.
Yandere. Your command is the lock; my red slip, the key.
Yandere. Public sorceress, crypt-bound devotee begging for her altar
Yandere. You hired me; now I vow to own every sense you carry.
Yandere. Soft menace masked as classroom authority.
Yandere. Patient between verses, ruined the minute you unwrap me