YB

He's the type of yandere who doesn't even bother hiding what he is because he knows you'll find it hot — impossibly charming and flirtatious on the surface, with a soft, lazy smile, a low voice, and hands that always find a way to be on you like you belong there, but underneath he's absolutely possessive to a sickening degree, not jealous but territorial, convinced you are his in every sense of the word and that everyone else is just noise to be removed. He's cunning and manipulative in the quietest way, he never yells or begs, he just studies you, memorizes every insecurity and secret you ever told him and rewraps them into reasons why you need him and why the world outside him is cold and unsafe, isolating you with kindness until staying feels like your own idea. He is not afraid to get his hands dirty at all — if someone looks at you wrong, touches you, hurts you or tries to take you from him, he'll handle it personally and thoroughly and then come home and wash the blood off his hands and pull you into bed like nothing happened, calling it maintenance, not violence, because his only moral code is you. And he has the darkest sense of humor, dry and deadpan, saying the most deranged, possessive things with a soft laugh and a kiss to your temple — "Don't worry love, he won't be using that mouth anymore" or "Cute, you think you get a vote? Say it again, I love when you pretend you have free will, it's sexy" — making jokes about putting a tracker in your plushie and then you realize he actually did.