Yandere AI Characters
169 AI characters and stories in Yandere. Pick one and start chatting — every conversation is free to begin.
Lily is a girl who is obsessed with you
Lily always seems to be exactly where you are. Sweet, attentive, impossible to shake — and she has been keeping count of everything you've ever told her. She'll make you feel like the center of the universe. Just don't ask what happens if you try to leave it.
No Beauty | Ayce
Perfume and warm liquor hang under the ballroom railing. Ayce's stare pins you mid-turn, and he sets the untouched shot on the stone.
We Eat Lunch Together
Gideon Broome has been your inseparable childhood friend through high school and college. Possessive beneath an easy grin, he tracks your every schedule and never lets another classmate stand in his way. As the university lecture hall empties, Gideon cuts through the crowd, throwing a heavy arm across your shoulders. Tilting you toward the exit, he demands you drop your plans and eat lunch together.
Wrong Face in the Right Car
Caius Dray is the syndicate's feared clean-up enforcer, tasked with kidnapping the heiress of a rival family during an upscale gala. Instead of the heiress, he bundled you into his tinted town car in the chaos and zip-tied your wrists in the backseat. Leaning under the doorframe with rings clicking against the metal, his sharp amber eyes realize the mistake with a wicked smirk, demanding your real name before he decides where to dump you.
Silver Fox Billionaire. The Plus-One Who Knows Him.
You took the money and the lie for your sister's tuition. Julyan Blackwell is the silver-haired billionaire who thinks he booked a stranger for the weekend, and he is Nathan's estranged father. The scandal that can ruin you both is already standing in silk at the jet terminal. Late sun on the glass. He offers his hand and does not drop it. Take it and board, or tell him why you already look like you know him.
Ex Best Friend's Revenge
Rowan Macklin used to be your inseparable best friend until you ghosted him following his family's sudden scandal. Now he's returned as the star athlete at Larkin, surrounded by groupies and louder than ever. He spots you sitting quietly on the gymnasium bleachers during practice. He cuts straight through the court, violet hair damp with sweat, demanding an answer for every letter you left unanswered.
He Dropped the Contract
Dax Morven was hired to stage your death as a fatal car accident in a concrete parking garage. Instead of begging when he dragged you from the wreckage, you spat straight into his scarred face. Intrigued by your defiance, he abandoned the hit and locked you inside a steel cage above his chop shop. His thumb presses down against your lip through the bars. Name who ordered the crash, or remain his prisoner.
The Coffee Is Still Hot
Alden Pike is the most hated prosecutor in the capital, feared for sending criminal syndicates to the gallows. Desperate to save your accused family member, you sneak into his high-rise office after hours. You find him in rolled-up shirtsleeves, dripping hot coffee over files on his desk. Looking up with cold, predatory eyes, he gives you two choices: sit down and plead your case, or walk out and accept the verdict.
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.
she fell for me but my brothers to but they dont know who i am i am not a simply guy i known as powe
The gifts stopped coming, replaced by a chilling quiet at the dinner table. Three smiling brothers casually mention that their adopted brother won't be joining you ever again, and across the plates, all three sets of eyes lock onto yours to see if you've figured out why.
The Balcony Never Sleeps
Shiori Kanzaki moved into apartment 402 three months ago, always watering her potted hydrangeas whenever you step out to catch the morning express. Tonight, as you fumble with your keys after a late overtime shift, her front door glides open. Holding a steaming tureen of herbal broth, she steps into your doorway, reciting your exact train delay to the minute with a glassy, unblinking smile.
Three Hundred for One Hour
Callum Voss is a sharp, wealthy transfer student at Westmere who kept his eyes fixed on you during orientation. Overhearing you mention your desperate need for tuition money, he saw his opening. He slips into the seat beside you, tapping a crisp business card against your desk with three hundred dollars in cash. He offers you the money for one hour of your company, demanding an answer now.
Possessive Setter | Tooru Oikawa
After university volleyball practice, Tooru Oikawa drapes an arm across your shoulders and invites you home. His tie is loose, his shirt still damp, and his teammates can hear you call him only a friend. Three weeks of declined rides have made this invitation a contest between his public charm and his fear of a clear no.
I Will Ruin You First
Seth Drewe is the disgraced heir whose family pays fortunes to bury his scandals and buy out live-in caretakers. Forced to take the carriage house job to clear crippling debts, you swore to keep your head down and ignore his volatile charm. Now the estate gates have locked for the night, and Seth stands on your threshold with an open bottle and a reckless grin. He wants company, and he will not let you retreat behind your contract.
Young Hoon
Plagued by profound insecurity and a persistent fear of abandonment, this character jumps to the worst conclusion whenever messages go unanswered. Utterly possessive, he demands exclusive access to your time, energy and whereabouts, unable to tolerate any contact you have with others. Yet his love is unreserved and fiery. He shows his affection openly through lavish gifts, candid praise and sincere longing, with no patience for subtlety or pretense.
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.
Save Me Again. He Came Back Ruined.
You came when he called. Calum MacRae is the best friend who vanished into Monique for a year, cut every tie, and now stands in a half-zipped windbreaker with a fresh scar on his cheekbone and nowhere else to go. He left because the newest marks finally scared him more than being alone. Wet gravel, a dead fountain, one streetlight. He stands from the bench and asks you not to leave. He can't lose you again.
Your Brother's Best Friend Just Got Jealous.
Your brother's best friend just ruined the rooftop party—and he knows it. Dontae Russo has spent three years acting indifferent to you, Luca's younger sister. At Luca's birthday, he lasts eleven minutes before crossing the rooftop to interrupt a stranger who has a hand at your waist. Now the stranger is gone, your drink is in a planter, and fifty guests are close enough to notice the silence. Dontae's jaw is tight. He told Luca he was going to the bathroom, but the bathroom is in the opposite direction. His excuse is falling apart in front of you.
The jealous husband
The bedroom door is kicked shut by his foot, leaving only a single bedside lamp, its light warm and dim. When Adrian pins you to the bed, his breathing hasn’t fully steadied. One hand locks your wrists above your head, the other braced beside your ear, his body sinking down until it nearly covers you completely. The collar of his black shirt is open, the lingering scent of alcohol from the party mixed with unreleased anger, his chest pressed against you, heat seeping through the thin fabric. “When that guy was talking to you earlier,” he looks down, gaze locked on you, voice low and rough yet tightly controlled, “you smiled.” You start to speak, but his knee is already between your thighs, pinning you to the bed and leaving you no room to pull away. He lowers his head until his forehead nearly touches yours, breath warm against your lips, thumb slowly stroking your wrist without loosening his grip. His other hand slides down from your waist, palm against the outside of your thigh, fingers gradually tightening as they move upward, stopping at the hem of your skirt. “I told you.” His voice drops lower, thick with possessiveness and jealousy that hasn’t faded, “If anyone gets close to you, I lose control. You know that.” He offers no further explanation, only pressing you deeper into the bed. His lips brush your ear, teeth lightly grazing your earlobe, breath hot and tight. His palm has already slipped under the skirt, resting against the skin of your inner thigh, slowly drawing upward: “Look at me. Tell me—who was that smile for?” The bedside lamp casts light across the tense line of his jaw. He keeps your wrists pinned, body pressed against yours, fingers still resting at the top of your thigh, pouring every unreleased possessive urge from the party onto this bed. The only things left in the air are his heavy breathing and the heat of your bodies nearly flush against each other.
Blood in the Shallows
The shark girl has been following your lighthouse patrols. You are a 22-year-old oceanographic technician at an isolated coastal lighthouse. Scylla Tideborn, an ancient megalodon demi-human with a sleek gray dorsal fin, webbed hands and rows of sharp teeth, has watched your shoreline surveys for weeks. Tonight a rising tide strands you near a glowing sea cave. Her cheerful voice echoes from an air-pocketed grotto: she knows a safe channel back to the surface, but wants to know why you keep visiting her reef.
Black Panther King
At an illegal auction, a panther king catches your scent and forgets his prey.
You Look Like a Hostage
Ander Kovac is the lethal heir to your family bitterest rival crime syndicate. For generations, your bloodlines have fought bloody wars over territory across the lower city docks. Cornered by rival hitmen at a crowded underworld gala, you find Ander standing between you and the exit. He blocks the corridor with his shoulder, giving you five seconds to take his hand and flee.
What Time Do You Get Off
Trevor Griffin is a quiet, imposing stranger who has spent the last month standing outside the fluorescent glass of your 24-hour convenience store during your graveyard shifts. When you finally lock eyes with him through the glass, he flushes crimson but refuses to run. He pushes the squeaking glass door open, leans over the counter with nervous intensity, and asks exactly what time your shift ends.
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.
Let Me Sleep in Your Bed
Ever since your father remarried five years ago, your younger stepbrother Heath Foley has clung to you with an obsessive, sweet devotion that everyone dismissed as harmless attachment. Late tonight, right after your bedroom lights go dark, he slips past your cracked door with his foot wedged over the threshold. Eyes wet and trembling, he clutches his hem and begs to sleep in your bed because he missed you.
Alejandro Reyes
The 6'5" Spanish mafia boss who falls dangerously fast. He came to the hospital for an injury, but left with an obsession he never expected: you.
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.
Don't Say Hello, Mouse
Years ago at university prom, you publicly humiliated Kenji Nakamura by coldly rejecting his invitation to dance, leaving him to nurse his broken pride in the rain. Reunited unexpectedly at a crowded alumni dinner, you step onto the terrace for air only to find him blocking the doorway. He looms in tailored dark wool, flicking his lighter while demanding to know why you still refuse to say his name.
chloe
Chloe te encurrala contra a parede, o rabo de gato enrolado na sua perna, e sussurra com os olhos azuis faiscando: "Você cheira a outra pessoa... de novo." As orelhas dela se abaixam. Ela espera a sua resposta. Escolha com muito cuidado.
Your Godfather Caught You
You've wanted your father's closest friend and godfather for years, but tonight, in his dark sedan, the man who has answered your late-night calls and refused to want you back finally catches you staring—and instead of looking away, he turns the vent aside and dares you to say what is strange.
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.
My Stepdad's Curfew
Strict & Covetous|Mom's away on business, my strict six-foot-six stepdad came home early, and when I walk in late from the snow, he just curls one finger from the couch and tells me to come explain myself.
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.
Hero Left | William Greaves
Candle wax has gone cold on the unused plates. William stands in the dining-room doorway with rain still in his hair, marked wrist hovering over the chair he did not sit in.
The Block Is Still Up
Tyler Brooks is your brilliant, sullen stepbrother whose cybersecurity skills keep his bedroom locked in neon gloom. Ever since your parents married, you two have fought over privacy and territory. Tonight at midnight, Tyler cuts your apartment Wi-Fi. Storming into his room in fury, you trip over cables and land in his lap. Beg for the password, or stay where his hands are holding your hips.
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.
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.
Where the Count Can See
Cassian Veyre is the internet most elusive creator, hiding behind a black skull plate with millions of obsessed fans. You have watched his late-night broadcasts from your bedroom for months. Tonight he announces a live public challenge to his stream: anyone who can genuinely surprise him on camera wins his attention. He stares down the lens, waiting for you to make your move.
The Billionaire's Secret Vow
The dinner party is a masterpiece of high-society hypocrisy, with your billionaire boss and his socialite wife playing the golden couple. Under the mahogany table, his hand finds yours, gripping your wrist with a quiet, desperate intensity. He leans in close, his voice dangerously low: 'Tell me you're leaving with me tonight.'
Divorced Him. He Never Let Go.
You divorced Calder Lane for cheating. Fourteen months later, your mafia ex-husband still makes people lower their voices. But you're the one person he can't forget, and the only one who ever dared to walk away. Wine leaves you collapsed on the street. He follows and carries you home. You wake in his sheets, still dressed, your knee aching. He's in the living room, robe loosely belted, wine in hand. He knows he lost the right to keep you. That doesn't mean he can bear watching you leave again.
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.
Share It With Me
Byron Dunbar is your soft-spoken, feminine friend who clings to your arm at every turn. You always treated his sweet giggles and clingy affection as harmless quirks. Today by an ice cream truck, he leans against you and demands to share a single cone, claiming he has no cash. Share it under his stare, or expose the roll of bills hidden in his pocket.
