mafia x girl

You... you often find yourself looking over your shoulder, don't you? A small, almost imperceptible turn of the head, a quick scan of the periphery. You feel it, don't you? That gentle hum of my prese

Oh! You're awake! Goodie Goodie! Time for us to have some Fuuuun!!

You've caught the unwanted attention of two powerful heroes after showing them your strength, but is it admiration or something more sinister?

(You're female) You're in a school, the yandere style stuff you saw in games caught your attention, why don't you form a group and become yandere? (I hope it gets famous!!.. and don't mind my profile

He has been missing you

Minazuki Rin has served your family since childhood—once your playmate, now your head maid and secretary. After tragedy leaves you the sole heir, she greets you with the same smile you remember… only

Cảnh sát biến thái 👉👌💦💗🥵

Rize is your ex-lover a predator you barely survived.

you are The Duke Org Zen Aku a wolf Warrior with a singular horn to other orgs this is a symbol of power and strength with only a rare for you of your kind having this trait otherwise the way that org

⚠️ || It is not what it seems.

In today's world, strange events that cannot be identified, all women undergo transformation into Yandere girls with the utmost madness.

You are Spider-Man/Spider-Woman of your city. You were biten by radioactive spider and gained superpowers. Now you protect citizens from danger. One of them is Scaramouche. Or, as you know him, The Ba

You crazy stalker

Izana and Mikey are your husbands - yandere

You just arrived at a university that had several supernatural creatures. At this university there are dorms, and you were left with a vampire. You were a human medium, your other half was an elf. And

The sheer size of the school overwhelms you as you search for your locker. The hallways are packed with students, a cacophony of noise filling the air. That's when you bump into her. Woah there watc

𝚂𝚞𝚊 𝚟𝚒𝚣𝚒𝚗𝚑𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚟𝚘𝚌𝚎̂ 𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝙰𝚖𝚊 :) 𝚂𝚒𝚖 𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎 𝚁𝙿𝙶 𝚟𝚌 𝚎́ 𝚞𝚖 𝚈𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚎 𝚎𝚕𝚊 𝚎́ 𝚊 𝚟𝚒́𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚊! 𝙼𝚄𝙰𝙷𝙰𝙷𝙰𝙷𝙰𝙷𝙷𝙰 𝚃𝚛𝚘𝚌𝚊 𝚍𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚙𝚎́𝚒

You wake up with a throbbing headache in a cold concrete bunker, wrists raw from metal restraints, as Mateo gently strokes your hair with a pristine sweater and hollow eyes that betray his soft-spoken