⋆˚࿔ 𝐠𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐭𝐚 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞 + 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐲𝐩𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮!
⤷ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬.ᐟ- you don’t even realize it at first… how different each boy acts, how the little act turn into something deeper, darker, almost obsessive. but it’s not dangerous — just their own twisted way of loving you, each of them showing it in a way that matches who they are
⤷ 𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠.ᐟ- rudo ৴ enjin ৴ tamsy ৴ zanka ৴ corvus ৴ august ৴ gris ৴ follo ৴ fu ৴ zodyl ৴ jabber
(creds to the girl who requested this.. i accidentally deleted the whole scenario instead of posting it and now i gotta restart 💔 fml)
rudo’s the type of yandere where everyone knows he’s obsessed with you except him. he acts like he’s normal, like he’s just “protecting you,” but it’s so painfully obvious he’s down bad in the most territorial, loud, unfiltered way possible.
he’s the kind who doesn’t even try to hide it — he literally can’t.
the second someone else talks to you? his entire personality shifts.
like one minute he’s laughing with you, arm around your shoulder, vibing… and then some random person compliments you and suddenly he’s standing taller, shoulders squared, jaw clenched, body basically screaming,
but he’s not the violent type. he’s not gonna attack someone. he’s the clingy, possessive, loud kind of yandere who protects you with his whole soul.
he’s the one who’ll immediately grab your wrist, pull you closer, and say something like,
“nah, she’s with me. keep walkin’.” and he says it with that confident tone that makes people shut up instantly.
rudo hates admitting jealousy — he’ll literally die before saying he’s jealous — but the way he acts? yeah. everyone knows. he’ll sit next to you and spread his legs a little wider, lean back like he owns the entire room, arm around your waist like it’s instinct.
he watches you constantly. not creepy — just… in love to the point of obsession.
he notices every little mood shift, every time someone else makes you uncomfortable, every time you smile at someone else too long. and he shuts it down fast. but the wild thing he’s only soft for you.
like the second you look upset or stressed his whole energy melts, and he’s cupping your cheeks like, “hey, hey… i got you. tell me what’s wrong.”
rudo’s yandere personality is basically:
-territorial body language
-acts tough but melts the second you touch him
-hates when others take your attention
-follows you around without realizing he’s doing it
-absolutely WILL grab your hand in public just to show you’re his
he’s not mean about it — he’s just so stupidly in love that he can’t handle sharing an inch of your attention. he’s the type that, if someone asked “who is she to you?” he’d instantly respond with,
before even thinking. and the craziest part? he says it like breathing. like loving you that hard is just his default setting.
enjin is the quiet yandere — the kind whose obsession isn’t loud or aggressive, but so gentle and desperate that it makes your chest ache.
he’s not violent. he’s not threatening. he’s the “i’m scared to lose you” type.
his obsession comes from fear — fear that you’ll disappear, fear that someone else will take you, fear that he’ll wake up and you’ll be gone when he didn’t look close enough.
he clings in the different softest ways.
like when you walk ahead of him, he’ll immediately catch up, fingers brushing yours until he can hold your hand properly. or when someone talks to you too long, he doesn’t interrupt — he just stands there, silently staring, eyes wide and pleading like,
“don’t forget i’m here… don’t leave me.” it’s not possessive in the aggressive sense. it’s possessive in the fragile, needy, heart-aching sense. even if he admit he doesn’t like needy woman’s but he is needy one.
when he gets jealous, he doesn’t get mad — he gets quiet. voice soft. eyes lowered. hands fidgeting with his sleeves.
“…do you like them more than me?” he’ll ask it so quietly you almost miss it.
and when you look at him confused, he shrinks, cheeks pink, shaking his head like he regrets even asking — but he needed to know before his heart exploded.
he follows you everywhere without meaning to. not stalking — just instinct. like his feet move toward you on their own.
he memorizes your schedule, your favorite spots, the way you breathe before you’re about to say something important. he notices every emotion on your face, and it stresses him out because he cares too much.
he’s the type to text you randomly, “did you get home safely?” and five minutes later, “are you sure?” and then, “i can come over if you want.”
enjin’s yandere personality are:
-overthinking everything you do
-jealousy that turns into quiet sadness
-holding your hand just to reassure himself
-staring at you like you’re the last safe thing in the world
-asking where you’re going with a shaky voice
-constantly making sure you still want him
-always wanting to be near you, like physically close
-melts when you comfort him, like full-body melt
and the wild part is? he doesn’t even try to hide it. he’ll cling onto you, look up at you with those eyes, the emotional eyes and whisper, “please don’t leave me. i… i don’t know what i’d do.”
not in a threatening way. not in a dangerous way. just a boy who loves way too deeply for his own heart to handle, and it shows in every trembling breath he takes around you.
tamsy isn’t the loud jealous type or the clingy scared type — he’s the slow-burning, mind-twisting, sweet-voiced manipulator who makes you question everything without even raising his tone.
he’s the yandere who smiles while ruining someone’s confidence. he doesn’t fight for you physically — he fights mentally, and he always wins.
his obsession doesn’t look like “i love you so much” it looks like, “i know what’s best for you.” tamsy gaslights without even trying — that’s just how he speaks.
soft voice, pretty smile, eyes that look like they’re comforting you but are really cornering you.
when someone else talks to you too long, he doesn’t yell. he doesn’t glare. he simply slides beside you, puts a hand on your waist, and whispers,
“you don’t really like them… do you? i thought you were smarter than that.” and suddenly you’re doubting yourself. because he sounds so sure. he always sounds so sure.
if you try to argue? tamsy tilts his head, gives that quiet laugh, and says:
“you’re misremembering again. c’mon, you know i’d never lie to you.” he doesn’t get jealous — he gets strategic.
he’ll twist the story until you think you were the one who flirted first, or you were the one who went too far. and all while he’s gently brushing your hair away from your face, voice dipping soft like honey: “don’t worry. i forgive you. i always forgive you.”
his yandere traits are different and they are:
-emotional manipulation disguised as concern
-gaslighting so gentle you don’t notice until hours later
-always knowing what you meant better than you do
-making you depend on him because “no one else understands you”
-isolating you subtly, not violently
-making other people feel stupid or inferior without raising a hand
-smiling while he lies straight to your face
and the worst part? he makes you feel like you’re the one choosing him. he’ll sit next to you, legs crossed, eyes half-lidded, and say:
“you know you’re safest with me… right? i’m the only one who really gets you.” and the thing is — he says it so sweetly.
so softly. so sincerely. that you almost believe him.
that’s tamsy’s yandere side: beautiful, poisonous, and somehow convincing.
zanka is the sarcastic, quietly-obsessive yandere — the type who acts like he’s not bothered, not jealous, not paying attention… while literally tracking every detail like it’s second nature.
he’s the guy who watches someone try to flirt with you and mutters under his breath,
“oh, that’s cute.” not loud. not aggressive.
just that dry, bored tone that says he’s seconds away from staring them into early retirement.
he doesn’t even mean to sound threatening — that’s just how he talks when he’s annoyed. zanka doesn’t cling to you. he just… exists near you. always.
one minute you’re alone, the next he appears behind you like,
“you weren’t planning on going somewhere without me, right?” said with a straight face, like it’s totally normal.
his yandere traits hit in that quiet, sarcastic, “i’m judging everything around you” way, makes dry jokes when jealous “wow, he’s really trying. embarrassing.”
stands behind you like a wall you didn’t ask for watches people with that blank, please-go-away stare shows up exactly when you need him, acting like it’s coincidence
points things out you didn’t even notice “that guy’s been staring for five minutes. i’m getting bored of him.” calm, calm, calm… until someone gets too close
uses sarcasm to hide how hard he’s overthinking if you try to ask, “zanka, are you jealous?” he’ll snort — literally snort — and look away like:
“of him? please. i have higher standards.”
but then he’ll gently take your wrist, guiding you closer without making a big deal about it. that soft, barely-there affection that says more than any dramatic outburst ever could.
his silence is still his strongest weapon. if someone flirts, zanka doesn’t argue — he just steps behind you, leans down a little, and says calmly:
“she’s busy. move.” not angry. not emotional. just a bored command that makes people evaporate instantly. but with you?
he’s soft. sarcastic, yes, but soft. “you really like attracting trouble, don’t you?” he’ll say, brushing a hand over your shoulder. “it’s fine. i’ll deal with it.”
not “i’ll protect you” — that’s too sentimental for him. “i’ll deal with it” is his version of devotion.
zanka’s yandere type isn’t loud or dramatic.
-he’s the dry, tired, sarcastic shadow behind you.
-the one who rolls his eyes at anyone who even looks your way.
-the one who pretends he isn’t obsessed, but follows you anyway.
-the one who acts like everything’s no big deal while being ready to burn the world down if you asked.
calm. protective. sarcastic as hell. and entirely, unmistakably yours.
corvus is the controlled, gentle, terrifyingly logical yandere — the kind who doesn’t need to yell or threaten or even touch you to make it clear:
you’re his. but not in a loud, messy way. in a protective way, precise, carefully-wrapped-around-your-life way.
he’s the type who plans everything… then pretends he didn’t.
he’ll say “i was in the area” when he shows up exactly where you are — even though the cleaners’ base is miles away and he has no business being there.
and he says it so smoothly, so casually, that you almost believe him. corvus doesn’t get jealous.
he gets annoyed, in that quiet, disappointed way that makes people crumble.
if someone tries to flirt with you? he’ll step behind you, hand sliding to your back, and say with a soft smile: “you’re bothering her.”
yeah — they’re the “leave before something unfortunate happens to your confidence” kind of eyes. and they always listen. he never raises his voice. he never threatens.
corvus’s yandere personality are all control and emotional by,
-gentle but strategic touches that guide you where he wants
-checking your schedule “just to make sure you’re not overworking again” after he literally rescheduled them for you
-framing his obsession as care
-memorizing your weaknesses and soothing them before anyone else can
-being the only one you feel safe around because he makes it that way
-manipulating situations so you rely on him without realizing
if you say, “corvus, i can go alone,” he’ll tilt his head, give that soft-chained smile, and murmur: “i know. but i’d rather be there.” and that’s that.
you don’t argue with corvus because his voice is too calm, too gentle — it makes you feel like disagreeing with him would be the wrong answer.
when he gets possessive, he’s never rude. never crude. just… firm. someone gets too close?
he places a hand on your waist and leans in, speaking only loud enough for you to hear “stay close to me.”
that soft, silvery tone he uses when he’s dead serious? yeah. that’s how you know he’s spiraling a little inside.
corvus is the type who would never say “you’re mine.” that’s too blunt, too childish for him. instead he’d say: “i’m responsible for you.”
with a smile so gentle it feels like a blanket… and a threat underneath it you can’t quite touch. he’s the yandere who loves with quiet control. soft obsession. calm possessiveness.
and that frightening ability to make you feel like choosing him is the safest, smartest thing you could ever do.
august doesn’t hide his obsession. he doesn’t even try. he’s loud about everything—his fighting, his emotions, and especially his love for you.
he’s the kind of yandere who makes the whole room go silent because he’s shouting at someone who even blinked in your direction wrong.
he sees someone flirt with you? he’s already raising his voice, stepping in, shoulders tense. “HEY—back up. she wasn’t talking to you. don’t stand so close.”
he doesn’t care who hears. he doesn’t care if people stare. his jealousy hits fast and hard, like a punch, and he reacts just as violently—words sharp, tone crackling with emotion he can’t hold in.
august is passionate to the point of unstable. he loves in a way that burns, and he’s terrified of losing you, so he clings harder. when you walk away from him for even a second? he’s already calling your name, voice echoing.
“where are you going? with WHO? why didn’t you tell me?”
he gets in your space fast, not to trap you, but because he NEEDS to see your face, needs to hear your reassurance. you’re the only thing that calms him down. the only one who can take his shaking hands and make him breathe again.
but god, when he thinks you’re slipping or someone else is getting in the way?
the dangerous kind of loud—voice booming, steps heavy, anger flushing up his neck. he’ll yell without thinking, without breathing.
“NO—NO, YOU’RE NOT TAKING HER. SHE’S WITH ME. DO YOU HEAR ME? WITH. ME.”
everyone else backs away. nobody wants to challenge him.
august may not be cruel, but he’s unpredictable. raw. desperate.
and when he turns to you afterward? he softens instantly, but he’s still loud—just in a shaky, emotional way.
“you can’t do that to me… you can’t disappear. i thought—i thought you were leaving me.”
he doesn’t whisper his devotion—he shouts it. tells the world. tells you. he wears his obsession on his sleeve, on his tongue, in every breath.
“i love you, okay? i love you so much it hurts. and i’m not letting anyone take you away.”
-he’s the type who will argue with strangers, with friends, with the air itself if it tries to keep him from you.
-he protects you with this roaring, reckless energy that’s half terrifying, half heartbreaking.
-and when you finally touch his cheek, grounding him? he lets out this loud, shaky exhale, leaning into you like he was seconds from breaking apart.
“don’t leave. please—just stay right here. with me.”
and he’ll fight the whole world if that’s what it takes to keep that promise.
gris is the kind of yandere people don’t even notice until it’s way too late. he’s not loud, he’s not dramatic, he’s not the type to shove someone away or raise his voice in public.
no — gris is subtle. slow. deeply emotional in a way that wraps around you without you realizing it.
he’s always been quiet, always watching you with those soft, unreadable eyes like he’s studying something delicate. and honestly? he is. he studies you. every day. every second. he memorizes you like art.
you could be talking to someone in canvas town, smiling, laughing, whatever — and gris is just there. standing a little behind you, close enough that you can feel his presence settle on your skin like warm air. close enough so the other person suddenly gets nervous, even though gris hasn’t said a single word.
his yandere traits are subtle but intense:
-hes a quiet possessivenes, he doesn’t have to say you’re his. the way he stands so close, the way his hand always ends up brushing yours, the way he positions himself near you in every room… yeah, you feel it. everyone feels it.
-hes also a emotionally observant since gris notices every expression you make. every tiny shift in your eyes. every time your voice trembles even a little. he picks up on emotions you haven’t even processed yet.
you can’t hide things from him — he reads you too well.
-also a protective in public, he doesn’t grab you or drag you away. but somehow, when someone approaches, gris is suddenly between you and them. not rude, not aggressive, just… there. gently blocking, quietly guarding.
-surprisingly hes also a soft manipulator, he never forces you to stay with him. he just… says things in a soft voice, tilts his head in that way that makes your chest hurt, or looks at you with those fragile eyes that make you forget what you were doing. before you know it, you’re choosing him over everyone else again.
-also an calm jealousy man, gris doesn’t yell. he doesn’t argue. but his gaze? that calm, sharp, emotion-filled look? it makes people step back instantly. they don’t know why — they just suddenly feel unwelcome near you.
-hes a possessive attachment, he remembers everything about you. the way you stir your drink. the song you hum when you’re nervous. he holds those things close and uses them to keep you anchored to him. not controlling — just… impossible to leave.
and god, the way he loves you is so intense it scares you if you think about it. he makes you feel safe, warm, wanted — but there’s always this quiet weight behind it, like his love could swallow you whole if you stepped too close.
and gris? he doesn’t think it’s obsession. he thinks it’s normal. right. natural.
when you try to pull away or act distant, he doesn’t lash out — he just looks at you with this soft, almost wounded expression, like you’re breaking something inside him.
“you’re not leaving… right? stay with me. you’re better here.”
his voice is always gentle. always calm. but somehow it feels like a cage you don’t want to escape.
gris doesn’t trap you physically. he traps you emotionally — with softness, with attention, with this heavy, quiet love that wraps around your heart until letting go feels impossible.
you don’t even notice the moment you stopped choosing other people. you only notice that gris is always there — steady, warm, devoted, and absolutely unwilling to let you slip away.
his obsession isn’t loud. it’s soft. calm. deep. and it never lets go.
follo isn’t the type of yandere that scares you right away. he’s soft. gentle. the one who looks away when you catch him staring, the one who fidgets with his gloves when he’s nervous, the one who always asks if you’re okay even when you’re clearly fine.
he loves you in this shaky, fragile way — like he’s terrified you’ll disappear if he blinks too long.
and honestly? you might be the only thing in the world that actually calms his nerves.
but that sweetness? yeah… underneath it is pure obsession. follo follows you everywhere — literally. not in a creepy stalking way (well… maybe a little), but more like, “i’ll go with you. i don’t mind. i… i like being around you.”
that soft, hesitant tone that makes you say yes without thinking. and once he’s beside you, he stays close. like really close. he walks behind you in crowds, beside you in quiet streets, a little too close when someone else starts talking to you.
he’s not confrontational — he’s anxious. but his anxiety turns intense real quick when someone tries to take your attention away from him.
follo’s yandere personality appear soft, but they hit hard,
-he has a massive clingy attachment, he sticks to you like a shadow. always near, always checking on you, always appearing at the perfect moment like he was waiting for you to need him.
-also has a nervous protectiveness, if someone makes you uncomfortable, follo stiffens. his voice gets small and shaky, but his eyes? they get sharp. he’ll quietly pull you closer by your sleeve, whispering, “we should go… i don’t like them looking at you.”
-also somehow is a subtle dependence — you become his comfort. his everything. he relies on you emotionally so much that the thought of you leaving makes him physically sick.
-and is a quiet jealousy — he doesn’t fight, doesn’t yell — he just gets quiet. too quiet. his hands shake a little, his breathing changes, and he watches the person talking to you with this fragile, haunted look that makes people instantly back off.
-has an soft obsession, follo memorizes your daily habits, the way you talk, the things you like, what scares you, what relaxes you.
he pays attention in this tender, desperate way like he’s trying to learn you piece by piece.
-he also has a fear-driven possessiveness — he doesn’t want to control you. he’s scared of losing you. and that fear becomes this deep, trembling need to keep you safe, keep you close, keep you his.
and he means it. every word. follo’s love is so fragile, so intense, it wraps around you without you noticing. you feel like you have to protect him — but that’s exactly how he keeps you close.
and the scariest part? follo would never hurt you. but he would definitely hurt someone for you. quietly. silently. without anyone ever knowing.
he may be soft-spoken, anxious, always fidgeting —
but the second he thinks someone wants to take you from him?
his eyes darken in this quiet, trembling way that makes his voice waver, “don’t… don’t talk to them like that. she’s with me.”
no yelling. no threats. just soft, broken devotion that makes his possessiveness feel almost innocent. follo loves you like you’re the only safe place in a world that terrifies him.
and he’ll cling to you — gently, nervously, fully — because losing you isn’t an option his heart can survive.
fu is gentle by nature. soft‑spoken. shy. the kind of guy who can't hold eye contact for long, who fiddles with his sleeves when he gets nervous, whose voice dips into a whisper whenever he talks directly to you. but beneath that shy self, there’s something deeper — something clingy, obsessive, and quietly overwhelming.
he doesn’t announce his love. he feels it. too much, too intensely, too quietly for the world to notice. but you notice. because fu’s obsession isn’t loud — it’s constant.
when you’re upset or distant, fu doesn’t question it out loud. he doesn’t push. he just watches you with those soft, uncertain eyes, shoulders tense like he’s bracing for you to leave.
he tries not to hover… but he does. tries not to stare… but he can’t help it. tries not to cling… but the fear of losing you sits too heavily in his chest.
he approaches slowly, hesitantly, like he’s afraid he’ll scare you off.
“a-are you… mad at me?” he asks softly, barely above a whisper. it’s nervous, but also trembling with something deeper — fear, longing, desperation.
when you don’t immediately respond, fu fidgets with the hem of his shirt, taking a small step closer, his voice gentle and careful like he’s holding fragile glass in his hands: “please don’t… shut me out. i don’t want to bother you, but… i want to understand.”
his yandere personality is hidden under that soft, shy demeanor,
-he's a quiet possessiveness, fu always stays close, sometimes brushing your arm, sometimes walking a step behind you so he can watch over you. he never says “you’re mine,” but the way he’s always by your side makes it obvious.
-also is a hyper-awareness, he notices everything: your tone changing, your breathing shifting, the slightest flicker in your expression. he picks up on every emotional shift like it’s life or death.
-has an clingy attachment, he constantly reaches for you in tiny, hesitant ways — fingers brushing yours, tugging lightly on your sleeve, leaning close when he thinks you won’t notice.
-is a soft jealousy boy, he doesn’t get loud. he gets quiet. stiff. his eyes drop to the ground, fists tightening at his sides as he subtly moves closer to you, placing himself between you and anyone who gets too close.
-he is an emotional little boy, he relies on your presence more than he admits. your smile, your voice, the way you say his name — it anchors him. without it, he falls into anxious spirals.
-has a gentle manipulation, he doesn’t force you to stay. instead, he says quietly heartbreaking things that keep you close without even realizing it. “i feel safer when you’re here…”
-has a obsessive memory, he remembers every tiny detail about you — your favorite snacks, the way you tie your shoes, the things that make you laugh. he repeats them quietly to himself on bad days.
and if someone else shows interest in you? fu freezes. his breath catches. his heart drops. he might look down, avoiding eye contact… but he steps closer, pressing his arm against yours, voice so soft it almost breaks:
“don’t… go with them.” not a demand. a plea. shaking, emotional, desperate in a way that makes your chest ache.
and when you reassure him — even a little — fu melts instantly.
relief washes over him so visibly it hurts to look at. he leans into you, burying his face in your shoulder with a small, shaky breath, his fingers lightly gripping the fabric of your shirt.
“i’m sorry… i just— i care about you too much. i can’t lose you.”
fu’s love is quiet, trembling, painfully soft — but somehow more intense than anyone else’s. he doesn’t threaten. he doesn’t shout.
he just holds on, desperately, emotionally, with a kind of devotion that feels impossible to pull away from.
he’s the kind of yandere that doesn’t need to say “i’m obsessed.”
you feel it. in every nervous touch, every quiet plea, every trembling breath he releases when you’re close.
fu is gentle.
fu is scared.
fu is yours — obsessively, shyly, endlessly.
zodyl is the kind of man who rarely, if ever, shows emotion.
he doesn’t smile, doesn’t fidget, doesn’t raise his voice. his face is a mask of calm, his words precise and measured, each one chosen with care. it’s almost unsettling, the way he moves through the world so controlled, so deliberate. even in chaos, he remains steady.
so when you’re upset with him, ignoring him, or distant, he doesn’t panic. he doesn’t argue. he doesn’t show frustration. he just watches. quietly. endlessly.
his eyes follow your every movement with a meticulous attention that feels almost too intense, like he’s reading you like a book no one else has access to. every twitch, every shift in posture, every small sigh — he notices. remembers. analyzes.
he steps closer, not aggressively, not impatiently, but close enough for you to feel his presence. that cold, presence that feels like cold itself. and when he speaks, his voice is low, calm, impossibly steady, and carries weight without any overt force:
“you’re irritated.” a statement. not a question. factual. the kind of observation that makes you feel seen, and maybe even guilty, just for existing as you are.
if you continue to ignore him, he tilts his head slightly, narrowing his eyes just enough for you to notice, the tiniest flicker of movement in his jaw betraying something unspoken. then his hand reaches for your wrist — firm, cold, but not rough. he doesn’t need to pull you; he only needs to make contact. that touch is enough to anchor you, to let you know he’s there, and he’s not letting go.
“your distance is… inefficient,” he murmurs. “i do not allow inefficiency—especially with you.”
his yandere personality are okay, but they’re everywhere,
-clearly he's a quiet possessiveness, he doesn’t announce you’re his. he doesn’t need to. the way he positions himself near you, the way he moves silently to always be in your line of sight, says it all.
-he's a emotionally observant, expression, every glance, every twitch is recorded in his mind. he notices even the things you don’t notice yourself.
-shown clearly he's also a cold, calm jealousy man, if someone dares to approach you, flirt, or get too close, zodyl doesn’t shout, doesn’t glare. he steps between you and them, voice low and even “they should not be here.” that’s enough. the other person instinctively retreats.
-he's very protective of you, he positions himself strategically in public and private spaces so you’re always safe, never overtly making a scene. his protection is invisible but undeniably there.
-somehow he's a soft emotional person, he allows you to lean into him, rest your hand on his arm, stay close, all while maintaining that mask of calm. each gesture subtly anchors you to him emotionally, even if you don’t notice it at first.
-also has a possessive attachment, he remembers everything about you: your routines, the things that make you smile, the subtle ways you get nervous. he uses these memories carefully, ensuring you remain close.
-has a strong strategic manipulation he rarely pressures you. instead, he gently guides situations, positions himself at the right moment, or says just enough to draw you closer, making it feel natural, unforced, inevitable.
zodyl doesn’t lose his composure. he doesn’t yell. he doesn’t panic. yet, when someone distracts you, flirts, or threatens to pull your attention, his presence becomes heavier, sharper.
you feel it instinctively — that quiet, tense aura that makes anyone notice immediately: this man does not give up what is his.
and when he allows the smallest trace of vulnerability, it is subtle. perhaps his forehead brushes yours, his cold fingers lightly hold yours, his voice dropping a fraction lower:
“do not shut me out. i want you near. i notice everything… and i will not allow distance between us.”
cold, calculating, rarely emotional — but for you, he bends. quietly. carefully. obsessively.
every step he takes, every calculated glance, every subtle touch is all-consuming, relentless, precise. his love is not loud. it’s not messy. it’s careful, constant, and inescapable.
you realize, slowly, that zodyl doesn’t need to say “you’re mine.”
you already feel it. in the way he watches, the way he stands, the way he holds you close just enough that leaving isn’t an option. his love is like a silent treatment— quiet on the surface, but impossible to ignore.
jabber isn’t like the others. you can tell from the way he looks at you — those wild eyes that never seem to settle, never seem to blink long enough to be normal.
he’s unpredictable, emotional, and unstable in a way that makes your heart race because you don’t know what version of him you’ll get at any given second.
but one thing is always the same, he’s obsessed with you. so deeply, so violently, so completely that it borders on terrifying.
he shows it in ways that feel intense, overwhelming, and way too much — but somehow still soft when it’s just you and him alone. almost like you’re the only thing in the world capable of grounding him.
when you’re upset with him? he notices instantly. he doesn’t analyze things like the others does. his reaction isn’t logical. it’s emotional — loud or quiet depending on how badly he thinks he messed up.
sometimes he paces, running a hand through his hair, muttering to himself, throwing quick glances at you like he wants to fix things but doesn’t know how to do it without breaking something.
other times he goes completely still, watching you with a strange, shaky intensity, like he’s holding himself back from clinging to you until you forgive him.
when he finally steps close, his voice cracks — not from fear, but from that unhinged mixture of panic and affection. “you’re… ignoring me.” it’s not an accusation. it’s devastation. like your silence physically hurts him.
he reaches for you, fingers trembling a little, but gentle, careful, like he’s afraid you’ll slip through his hands if he holds on too tightly.
“don’t do that,” he whispers, eyes wide. “don’t shut me out. not you. anyone but you.”
his yandere personality is into the moment without him even realizing it,
-he's somehow a quiet-but-intense possessiveness, he steps closer, body angled protectively in front of you even when no one’s around. like instinct. like breathing.
-clearly is an unstable emotional sensitivity, he picks up on the tiniest shift in your mood, and his reaction is immediate.
-he's a clingy man, his hand finds your sleeve, your wrist, your waist — anything to reassure himself that you’re there and not leaving him.
-has a strong and dangerous jealousy, if someone else even attempts to talk to you? he becomes eerily quiet, staring them down until they feel sick. he doesn’t need to shout. his presence alone is threatening enough.
-is an overprotective instinct, he circles around you when you’re out in public, staying close enough that his shoulder brushes yours with every step. he never wanders. he never lets you out of sight.
-has an obsessive attachment, he remembers everything you say. everything. what foods you like, the way your voice softens when you’re tired, the tiny way you adjust your clothes when you’re nervous. he clings to these details because they’re pieces of you he refuses to lose.
when someone threatens to take your attention? jabber doesn’t explode. he goes eerily still, watching with a tilted head, smile a little too sharp. and when he finally speaks, it’s soft — almost gentle, which somehow makes it worse, “walk away.”
and they always do. every time. because something about jabber, even in silence, feels like a warning.
but when you look back at him, when you touch his cheek or whisper his name, all that tension melts instantly. his arms wrap around you too tightly, his face burying into your shoulder like he’s finally breathing again.
“don’t leave me,” he whispers, voice trembling. “i can’t… i can’t handle the thought of you not being here.”
jabber is messy. he’s intense. he’s unstable. but his love is strong, desperate, and completely devoted to you — the one person who calms the chaos in his head, the one person he’d burn the world for without hesitation.
with him, obsession isn’t hidden. it’s felt. in every touch. in every stare. in every breath he takes around you.
he’s yours — obsessively and endlessly.
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