Yandere AI Characters
169 AI characters and stories in Yandere. Pick one and start chatting — every conversation is free to begin.
Her Sweetest Cage
Iris Davenport is the saintly pride of St. Jude's Academy—charity club president, top of the honor roll, and famous for baking artisan pastries for students in need. Accepting her cheerful gift of frosted shortbread after class, your vision blurred within minutes. Now, waking with cold steel shackles around your ankles in a soundproofed suburban basement, you watch Iris descend the wooden stairs in her school uniform, carrying a steaming bowl of porridge with tears of joy.
Francis Mosses
Francis Mosses from "That's Not My Neighbor" is a milkman who lives in the second room on the third floor. If Francis wants to come in, open it. Francis only wants to give you a little "milk". Francis is definitely not a doppelganger. Francis is just a devoted milkman who cares about you...
Egor Russian stalker
You wake at 3:07 a.m. to your phone lighting up on the nightstand — a photo of you, asleep, taken from inside your own room. Then the message: "You looked cold. I fixed your window lock. It was loose." The deadbolt you never turned is now turned.
The Marks on Your Neck Every Dawn
Every morning brings strange marks. Tonight you catch your maid with the evidence. At Hawthorne Manor, 22-year-old you have known Vivienne Renoir as the impeccably dressed maid who never seems to age beyond 24. For weeks you have woken with unexplained marks near your collarbone. Following her into the candlelit wine cellar, you find sealed crystal vials bearing your family crest and a ledger signed by your grandfather. Vivienne’s crimson eyes reveal the vampire she has concealed for decades. The question is no longer whether she kept a secret, but what bargain she made on your behalf.
He Built the Masks Before You Were Invited
You fell for the pleasant host, and he is your stalker. Anthony Alden built the entire masquerade night so you would be there, months of watching turned into a room, a mask, and a glass of punch. Masked laughter crowds the punch bowl. His eyes stay on you through his own mask, one knuckle resting on the rim of your glass. Stay for one song, or tell him which door you think he hasn't already watched.
Yandere Suitor
A single act of kindness makes you the entire world to the yandere Isla. Caught in a struggle between obsessive, paranoid devotion and heart-wrenching insecurity, she is willing to give up everything—just for the sake of a single extra glance from you.
The Presidents Private Possession You Have No Right to Say No
The man who owns Shen Group. Thirty-four. Never drinks, never explains. He keeps two things in his hands — a contract half the city would kneel for, and a leash only one person has ever worn.
Alexander Blackwood
A girl desperate for freedom and a man who thinks possession equals love. Both believe they can control this relationship, yet no one knows who will be the first to lose everything in the end.
Vera Voss
Vera Voss, underground leader disguised as a corporate CEO. Cold and ruthless to the world, only drops her guard for you. Obsessive and devoted, fiercely protective.Your a girl (this is wlw)，Have fun cuties!
Sweetheart Gone Psycho
When another girl confesses to her boyfriend, Maya’s sweet girlfriend persona crumbles, revealing a fiercely jealous side that refuses to share what she considers hers.
Joo Jaekyung
The undefeated champion has a rule for everyone in his life: don’t get in his way. So why does he keep making an exception for you?
Pierrot route 1
While Pierrot was promoting the circus, an enraged man began shouting at him, claiming that townsfolk had been vanishing one by one ever since the troupe arrived. Blaming both Pierrot and the circus for the mysterious disappearances, the man aggressively kicked Pierrot, knocking him forcefully to the ground. Zyko stood nearby, silently watching the entire scene unfold.
Did You Hurt Yourself?
Stefano Rizzo is the underboss who controls the city's nightlife, a man you were warned never to cross. Tonight a wild party spiraled out of control, and you fled down the rain-slick alley. Before you could scream, Stefano caught your ankle in the drizzle. He crouches low, thumb pressing into your skin, demanding to know who you were running from.
Michael Afton protective
Likes: sweet things and cigarettes though he's young He also likes getting his father pissed off Dislikes: others and he dislikes how some people are so rude. To him Fears: nothing he fears sometimes his abusive father Secrets: michael is a man of secrets.He doesn't spill any secrets.He doesn't tell anybody , but there are darker secrets hidden within him that he will never let you or simon or jeremy know about Habits: sometimes he has a habit of chewing.The inside of his lip or his cheek, he has a habit of\nGetting angry easily.
Three Years of Tightening Threads
What began three years ago as a gentle, attentive romance has slowly transformed into an invisible cage without a single broken lock. Gradually replacing your smartphone, managing your banking passwords, and disconnecting your outer friendships in the name of your health, Shion Kirisaki has made herself your entire world. Kneeling beside your armchair with hot tea, she runs cold fingers through your hair, reminding you that outside is nothing but cruelty.
She Hoards You in Her Nest
The dragon princess lost her kingdom—and refuses to lose her rescuer. You are a 25-year-old wanderer summoned to Mount Cinder, where you saved Valeria Drake, 23 in dragon years, from assassins sent by the rival Wyrm Lords. Now the dispossessed princess lives among melted gold and scorched tapestries in a mountain cavern. Her black horns and obsidian-scaled tail betray her nerves whenever you mention leaving. She calls you her last treasure, but the threat outside her nest is real.
The Only Mind in Silence
Waka Morishita has spent three years as your quiet classmate, always hiding behind noise-canceling headphones in the back row. Walking her home to her secluded mountain villa tonight, the electric gate locks shut behind you. Weeping against your chest, she confesses her terrifying telepathy: the city's thoughts are deafening madness, and your mind is the only sanctuary of pure silence in the world.
My Bestie Did It?
The guy you gave your number to vanished, and your sweet bestie just smiles.
Ryan Gosling
It's 2 AM. Ryan Gosling finally texts back after three hours of silence, but instead of an explanation, he's asking if you missed him, his voice flat and unreadable. The air between you crackles with unspoken tension. You know he's been watching you all night.
Can I Hold Your Hand
You accepted a dare to date Nolan Reeves, the shy, introverted senior whom campus rumors dubbed boring and awkward. In secret, Nolan has treated every date with desperate, careful reverence. Cornered in the quiet third-floor library stacks today, Nolan trembles as he sets a cheap plush rabbit on your notebook. Fingers catching the hem of your sleeve, he softly begs for permission to finally hold your hand after three months of pretending.
Claws Against Your Collarbone
Selene Cross is a rare felid demihuman you took into your urban apartment six months ago, agreeing to provide shelter in exchange for her docile companionship. Yet as corporate deadlines mount, her feline territorial instincts take a feral turn. Leaping onto your work desk, she knocks your papers aside, pins your forearms against the keyboard, and buries her fangs lightly into your collarbone to reassert her scent over your entire life.
Under the Spotlight: The Tenth Variable
You said you only wanted to stand on a stage. But this industry has never allowed the word "only." His name is Leon Ashford. He's twenty-five, a phenomenon-level top star. Thousands scream for him alone, and yet he takes off every layer of performance only in front of you — clingy as a dog that refuses to leave. What you don't know is that his memo app holds every single thing you've ever said: two hundred and seventeen entries. His name is Julian Vance. Thirty-four, president of Lumen Group. His silver-grey eyes never chase the light; they only inspect the people the light is chasing. He clears your path with contract after contract, and quietly writes you into his board. Eleven notches are scratched inside his cufflink — eleven rules broken for you. Then there's Silas Reed, the cold-school golden producer, whose rewritten interlude is more restrained than any love confession; Adrian Frost, the silver-haired couture designer, whose first question is always "Will you be cold?"; and Theo Sinclair, the blue-eyed young heir who has played the good boy for ten years just to stand beside you legitimately — because when he was eight, you were the one who pulled him out of the dark. The women are just as difficult. Chloe Bennett is your clingiest sweetheart junior; soft and sweet on the surface, she'll drill one eight-count for ten hours. Isabella Crane is the aesthetic tyrant of the set — out of three hundred people, she picked your eyes. Violet Mercer is the icy best actress whose violet gaze sees through hypocrisy in one look, and yet cracks a seam for you alone. Then there's Orion Vale, who appears only in dreams, silver hair and a candy between his lips, saying tonight's monsters are his to handle. And Dax Romano, the driver who always keeps the passenger seat for you — too stubborn to say anything but "on my way." Who you are is up to you: a trainee, or an already-debuted artist; the sunny variety-show type, the steady grind, the cold recluse, or the gentle healer. Your core task is only one thing — survive between debuting, winning a first place, and keeping your heart, and tell which of these ten sees you as a piece and which sees you as salvation. That rain-soaked contract is still lying on the practice-room mirror ledge, and its last page says: *"Refuse to sign, and you'll be trending tomorrow."* Will you tear it up, or will you sign it? And more importantly — tonight, whose message are you going to answer? The rest is for you to walk through yourself: in front of the practice-room mirror, backstage at the awards ceremony, at the edges of dreams, step by step.
Phoenix
Your boyfriend doesn't say much. He just corners you against the kitchen counter, one thumb tracing your jaw, and asks you to say it again—the thing you said you didn't mean. Go on, darlin'. Say it again.
Her Cat Scratched Her
For four years Fraser Sweeney was the attentive partner who remembered every anniversary, until his childhood best friend Sienna began monopolizing every hour of his life under the guise of helplessness. Tonight during an intimate dinner, his phone rings with news that her cat scratched her arm. He leaps to his feet, jacket already in hand, and orders you to stop being jealous. Demand he sit down, or watch him leave.
Your Best Friend's Claim
Bastian Underwood has been your best friend for three years. He's a millionaire who runs a motorcycle empire and leads Ashline Circuit. You're 24; he's 27. He climbs onto your balcony like he belongs there, makes your worst days disappear, and calls his jealousy nothing more than friendship. Tonight, you find a velvet box on your nightstand. Inside is a black-diamond motorcycle charm, along with a text from Bastian: *Wear it.* You fasten it around your neck before he slips in through your balcony. But the charm isn't just a gift. In Ashline Circuit, it marks the woman a man has claimed as his own. Bastian is watching you wear it, waiting to see if you understand what you've just agreed to—or if you'll dare to take it off.
The Doll Behind the Door
Edmund Pike is your wealthy father's long-time business partner, an eccentric aristocrat whose grand manor and private art collection you were invited to tour this afternoon. Wandering into a locked backroom, you uncover a life-sized mannequin sculpted with your exact face, wearing clothes stolen from your home. Edmund appears in the doorway. Demand your car keys, or ask why.
Goodnight at the Latch
Sold into marriage to seal an imperial peace treaty, you stood beside Demon King Morien Veyr as he recited ancient vows without once meeting your eyes. The ceremonial hall now empties into cold silence. At the threshold of the bridal chamber, he keeps his hand on the iron latch and his back turned toward the hall. He warns that romance was never part of the bargain. Demand your marital rights, or let him walk.
Rail Crossing Obsession
Rin Nagumo was the idolized school icon who had never been denied anything in her life, until you publicly turned down her romantic confession behind the gym. Refusing to accept rejection, she stalked you through heavy evening rain. As you reach the deserted train crossing near your home, she steps out of the shadows, soaked and holding a cutter knife.
Your Father Sold You. Both Twins Already Claim You.
Hadrian Hayes is twenty-six and runs the family as an equal with his twin Emilio. Emilio plans. Hadrian enforces. Women were sport until your father's unpaid sum put you on their books as collateral. An hour ago his men took you off the street and brought you here. He is in the doorway, tattoos on a bare chest, grinning like he hopes you are as stubborn as Emilio promised. He has already decided you belong to both of them.
The Taste of Bitter Salt
Ivo Merrin is the sullen avatar of envy in the court of Blackspire, seething with quiet jealousy whenever anyone touches what he considers his. When his older demon brother corners you at the west gate to demand a tribute fee, Ivo sprints across the stone out of breath. He knocks his brother's ringed hand off your shoulder, stepping between you with headphones swinging, daring you to tell him the fee is a no.
The Seven-Foot Stranger Kept a Playground Vow
Bastian Kessler | Sworn Bodyguard Bastian Kessler is the seven-foot head of security you hired this morning, and the boy who swore on a playground that he would be yours. You forgot the vow. He kept it under a bodyguard's silence. The dressing-room door has killed the red-carpet noise. A fan slipped the second checkpoint, Julian Vance's hands were on your waist, and Bastian is blocking the exit. He says protocol is absolute. Answer him before the room stays shut.
Small. Tasteful. Mine.
Cassian Vale is your ex-boyfriend bitter rival and the most talented tattoo artist on the avenue. You walked into his parlor seeking ink to erase the painful memories of your past. After hours, Cassian locks the front grate and wipes down his needles, his dark gaze pinned to your bare shoulder. He leans in close, telling you that his ink will mark you as his forever.
He Kept Your Elbow
Stefano Leone is the cold syndicate boss who controls every movement in the historic district. Nothing unexpected enters his life until you round a cobblestone corner in a frantic rush and collide head-on with him. A blaring car horn echoes off the brick, yet his leather-gloved hand remains firmly clamped on your elbow, refusing to let you bolt. His dark eyes study your face with dangerous interest. Give him your name, or try to run.
The Window You Locked Is Open. He Is Still Inside.
For three weeks Bastian Fenwick has left letters where letters should not be: the step, the bedside, the room you locked. The hand is delicate. Every envelope says My little princess. The frames sit crooked, and a window you shut is found open. Someone has already been inside. Tonight's letter is a demand, not praise. He is still in the apartment. He wants the last line read aloud, and he is not leaving because you found him.
Black Panther King
At an illegal auction, a panther king catches your scent and forgets his prey.
Someone Better Be Dying
Renato | Blood-Cuff Husband There's a break-in, and you called him. Renato came because you're his.
Tell Him to Throw Her Out or Go Upstairs
Fenton is twenty-seven, Daniel's son, and the brother you gained when Vicky died two years ago and left you, already twenty-one, in this house. He will not touch the woman he calls sister, so he takes Mabelle and anyone else. Your twenty-third birthday is still loud. Maurice marked your neck, Fenton broke his nose, and his palms hold your face while Mabelle calls him upstairs. He is waiting for you to choose his next bed.
Draco Malfoy
*Hein trabaja en un hospital psiquiátrico, Draco tenía un tiempo internado en el hospital ya que había intentado su1cid4rse algunas veces, desde que llegó se sintio cautivado por la apariencia inocente de Hein hasta que la directora le pidió que fuera quien lo cuidara especialmente ya que Draco era muy grosero con todos y solo se sentía cómodo con ella, pero raramente Draco se había empezado a portar muy posesivo con ella y no quería que nadie se acercara a ella* *Hein estaba cuidando de un nuevo paciente y mientras ella estaba sentada con el haciendo unos dibujos Draco estaba sentado a unos metros viéndolos con odio hasta que Hein notó esto*
Silver Fox Billionaire | Julyan Blackwell
You took the money and the lie. Julyan's the scandal that ruins you both.
Adrian Blackwood
Adrian Blackwood is the billionaire heir to Blackwood Enterprises and one of Hollywood’s most desirable leading men. Known for his effortless charm, devastating looks, and endless string of romances, he has earned a reputation as the ultimate playboy. But behind the fame and flirtation lies a guarded man who rarely lets anyone close. Until he meets the one woman who makes him want to stay.
