#yandere russell

[ddlydevotion]

obsessive! Lee Russell x fem reader hcs…

warning: nsfw content ahead

currently listening to: click here 🎧ྀི !

- anyone who has ever watched the show knows that he will do anything to get what he wants. His incredibly ambitious attitude comes in handy when it’s time for him to make you his. If you’re already taken by another, he’s not above fabricating stories about your partner that paints them in a horrible light. He’ll plant seeds of doubt in your mind and bring your partners ‘horrible actions’ to your attention. Of course he’ll be there for you after you leave them. he’ll offer a shoulder for you to cry on, a tongue for your pretty pussy to cream on, and a bed that has more than enough space for you.

- but, if you’re single when he meets you then perfect!

- He most definitely has an entire file on you filled with each and every little detail about you. He has an excessive amount of photos of you in his file. He has little ‘fun facts’ about you scribbled onto the pages just so he can remember certain things about you. Oh, he just so happened to get your coffee order spot on (even if it was his first time ordering it for you)? Wow, what a coincidence!

- Lee desperately yearns for validation. The validation he never got from his father or from any of his family for that matter. He loves being at the very center of your attention, receiving heartfelt praise. He wants to hear you tell him that he’s doing good no matter what it is that he’s doing. Tell him that the dinner he made tasted amazing. Tell him his new cologne smells wonderful. Tell him he’s the best principal the high school could’ve ever had. Tell him that his sister’s opinions of him don’t matter.

- He just wants to know that he’ll always have your love despite all of the questionable things he’s done.

- if he doesn’t want you to go somewhere out on your own, then he will do everything in his power to make sure you stay home with him. He’ll come up with tons of excuses like:

“I just don’t feel good, could you please stay here with me?”

“I was thinking that we could do somethin’ of our own! Your friends can figure somethin’ out, c’mon, baby.”

- he’s not above using his father’s passing as a way to manipulate you to get you to stay home. You wouldn’t leave your grieving husband all on his own, would you?

- Lee quite literally just wants to be seen as the best at whatever it is that he’s doing. But, it’s important for him to impress you. He goes all out when it comes to birthdays, anniversaries, holidays, etc. Tell him you’ve never had anyone care for you as much as he does and he’ll melt on the inside.

- He prides himself in being able to take proper care of you/provide for you. Sometimes you have to remind him that he doesn’t have to spend an unnecessary amount of money on you to prove his devotion to you. As I mentioned before, Lee desperately craves validation and he needs to get confirmation that he’s treating you well. That you’re happy with him and could only ever lead a happy life with him.

- he’d be damned to see you wander off with any other man. He knows you’d never stoop that low to get with any other lowlife, but sometimes the insecurity rooted deeply within him can’t help but seep through his skin.

- constantly brags about you at work. Doesn’t shut up about the fact that you’re the one who packed his lunch, and wrote a little letter with a kiss mark to compliment it. needs everyone to know he has someone who loves him at home.

- most certainly is the type to steal your panties.

- I’d say he’s most definitely the touchy type. He’ll have his arm wrapped around your waist, hug you from behind when you’re doing the laundry, mold his hand into yours when he needs to feel something warm. He’s also a bit of a perv though so please don’t be surprised when he grabs your ass at the most random times.

- Anyone who has ever watch Vice Principals knows that Lee is a bitch and isn’t afraid of spewing some vile insults. He wouldn’t be so rude towards you but he’d definitely remain true to his slightly sassy attitude. His bitchiness comes in handy when it comes to putting those who have disrespected you in their place. You’ve seen him cut people down and you’re just glad it isn’t you that he’s yelling at.

- hates everyone that has done you wrong but he hates them as if they directly insulted him.

a/n: part two is most likely coming soon 💌. Requests are always open.

[djloveyou3000]

Gif by : @russadlers plus a big thank you for @ladysouthpaw1213 for the title name and giving me the motivation to make it a series

Belladonna

Chapter one

After Bell survived the Solovetsky incident and was spared from the execution everyone thought inevitable, their life should have gone back to normal—or as normal as possible for someone recovering from months of mind control. But “normal” wasn’t in the cards. Not when Russell Adler was involved.

At first, Adler’s sudden interest in Bell’s life seemed logical, even caring. He pushed for debriefings, encouraged them to dig into their memories, and reassured them it was all for their recovery. Yet, beneath his composed demeanor, there was something possessive—something far more personal.

He wasn’t just a handler anymore; he was obsessed.

Adler demanded to know everything. Bell’s real name, their age, what they remembered of their past, their connection to Perseus—all of it. Every sliver of memory had to be shared with him first. If Bell mentioned something casually in front of the others, Adler’s sharp gaze would cut through the room. “That’s something you tell me. Not them.” His voice left no room for argument.

At first, Bell complied, assuming it was part of the deprogramming process. But it wasn’t long before Adler’s behavior grew suffocating. Any attempt Bell made to keep something private—to process a memory on their own—was met with frustration or quiet, simmering anger.

“You don’t get to keep things from me,” Adler said one night, voice low and dangerously calm. “I pulled you out of that hell. I pieced you back together. You’re mine, Bell. Your memories, your past—it all belongs to me.”

Bell stared at him, stunned. This wasn’t the man they remembered before the mission. Or maybe it was, and they were only now seeing the cracks.

“You didn’t ‘make’ me, Adler,” Bell said, their voice steady despite the unease creeping into their chest. “I’m not a puzzle you get to put together however you like.”

But Adler’s expression didn’t soften. If anything, his grip tightened—not physically, but emotionally, as if wrapping invisible chains around them. He didn’t want to hurt Bell; he wanted to consume them, to own every part of them, because the thought of anyone else—anyone—knowing Bell the way he did was unbearable.

And Bell? They were starting to wonder if breaking free of Perseus was only the beginning of their fight for autonomy.

[ladysouthpaw1213]

I am so curious about how a Yandere! Self aware! Adler x Bell!Reader/OC fic would be like

Like he becomes more self aware that he’s a video game character and starts to become obsessed with the player(who’s Bell)

( I love to hear you guys take on it)

[hedgehogsaretheultimatelifeform]

hiii!!! I love your writings about russell adler ! I was wondering if you could write something about him being a yandere with a reader? thank you so much for reading this !!!

Hi anon!

Thanks so much for the idea, and sorry that it's taken me a little bit to get back to you about it, though you might be able to see why...

I've never properly written something yandere before, and once I started going with the idea, it kind of took on a life of its own, and it ended up with a pretty heavy narrative element, so hopefully this is something you enjoy!

Fair warning that I played this pretty straight, so it gets a little dark, especially towards the end.

Yandere Russell Adler x Reader

Warnings for: Brainwashing, controlling and manipulative behaviour, intentional isolation, kidnapping, imprisonment, mentions of violence, mentions of death, physical manhandling of reader (at end), and implied violence towards reader (at end)

if you don't like the sound of any of the above, see yourself out now

You meet him in the early 70s, in a completely genuine accident where you bump into each other in the break room. Luckily, the coffee in your cup goes over the floor as opposed to either of you, so after an awkward laugh and each getting fresh cups, you both leave with a positive impression of each other. Then, you spend the rest of the day kicking yourself because you didn’t ask for his name, brooding at your desk as you try to think up a way to hang around the break room until you find him again. Lucky for you, Adler is way ahead of you. He picked out your name on your badge the second you bumped into him, and he spent the rest of his day pulling all of the strings he had access to in order to get his hands on your file, so he could start learning everything there was to know about you.

He finds that you actually have a fair bit in common. You’re both recently divorced, both left California needing fresh starts, and both of you were highly driven people whose dedication to their job went above and beyond anyone else in their departments. Never mind that you were a clerk, rather than an agent – not that there was anything wrong with that, in Adler’s eyes. He understood, maybe more so than some of his coworkers, that without the office staff, the CIA would grind to a halt. And you were an exceptional one. You clocked in more hours than anyone else in your office, and had done every month, every week even, since you’d started at your position. You were dedicated, a true believer, like him.

That realisation led to him asking you out, nothing special, in his own words, just dinner and a couple of drinks. Something that could be easily recovered to a friendly hangout if you said no. But you said yes, figuring, fuck it, why not? It was high time that you put yourself back out there, and for someone you’d met by almost spilling coffee on him, Adler was remarkably charming.

On the date, he charms your socks, and several other things off. It ends up back at your place, both of you naked in your bed as you cuddle up to his side, yawning as you sleepily run your hand over his stomach. Adler sits there, stroking the back of your neck as he waits impatiently for you to go to sleep and leave him free to snoop around your personal life unchecked, to just make sure that you’re the perfect one for him, and to brush up on a few details about how he can be perfect for you.

It’s a whirlwind, rebound, your friends, your family, everyone in your life says when you tell them about him. That is, until you get engaged, then married within the year. The comments go quiet after that, and any that do pop up you brush off with, you’ve both been divorced once already, and you’re not going to sit around on a good thing because society has some arbitrary idea that an engagement should last at least a year.

Besides, it’s not like much really changes after your marriage, other than you moving into his place. Both of you keep working, you at your clerk position, and Adler doing whatever it is that he does, disappearing for months around the globe, both of you content with the idea that he’s just a phone call away. 

Adler always keeps his watch running on American time, so he knows whether to call your office or the house, to always get through to you on the first call. Allowing for other plans, of course. He gets restless, sitting there staring at his watch as he waits for it to get to the time you usually get back from doing the shopping, so he can call and hear your breathless hello, as you tell him you’re very sorry, but you just have to get one more bag in from the car, it has ice cream so it really can’t wait, no not even for your husband, as he fights back the annoyance rising in his chest that you dip away for the thirty seconds it takes to sort that out. It’s worth the wait, though. When you come back, sat down at your kitchen island with a cup of coffee, he can ask you about your day, patiently going through every little detail of it.

Sometimes on these calls, when you mention that you’ve made a new friend, you think he sounds angry about it. You brush it off, assuming that it’s out of frustration that he can’t really make and maintain friends outside of work in the same way you can. That, and the fact that most of your new friends end up flaking on you after only a couple of months, all of them going through the same pattern of avoiding you, ducking their eyes down like you aren’t there if they see you in public, like someone told them they should be scared to associate with you. 

There is one point where your relationship majorly changes. It’s an autumn day like any other when you come home from an appointment to find Adler waiting for you. You start to question if he got off work early, only for him to take his sunglasses off and pull you close, letting you see the fear in his eyes. He apologises to you, begging for you to stay quiet as he whispers in your ear that the house, your marital home, is bugged, and neither of you are safe. The reds, the soviets are coming, and both of you need to leave. He already has the bags packed, and lets you take one last anxious turn around the home to grab anything he’d missed, before both you and he get into his car and drive away, leaving the home abandoned behind you.

You glance back at it one last time as you turn out of the end of the street, suddenly realising that this will be the last time you ever see it. Adler rests his hand on your knee and murmurs another apology, as he knows how much you loved that house, but he has to keep you safe. He wouldn’t be making you do this if it wasn’t necessary, you know that right?

Of course you do. You knew there was a chance of this danger when you married him, and you know that he will protect you now. He’s your husband, he has to. It was right there in your wedding vows. 

He moves you out of the state, to a different one. You’re not sure which, just that it’s further north than Virginia. He tells you that he can’t tell you that now, for your safety, but he will soon. You trust him, even though it never gets brought up again. You’re too busy trying to home make in the small cabin he’s moved to you. It’s remote, barely has electricity and running water, but you make do. You both have to live off the land, with occasional supply runs to bulk buy the basics, always to a different town, always early in the morning or late at night. At first, you did them together, but after a while, the fear gets too much for you, so Adler takes the burden off your shoulders and starts going on his own. He’s capable of defending himself, it’s better this way. Safer.

Your new home is perched on a mountain side, and surrounded by dense woods. In them, Adler teaches you how to hunt, to skin, clean and prepare game, how to use the hunting season to stock a freezer for the year round. You spend your time clearing a patch of earth at the back of the house to build a garden, planting and growing all kinds of fruit, vegetables and herbs in it. Adler helps you with it, too, getting down on his knees alongside you to plant it, weed it, harvest it. The idea of a traditional division of labour, with a breadwinner and a homemaker, disappears from your mind, as you wonder why you ever tried to build a life anywhere else. Both you and Adler fit into this life so naturally, so happily, that you sometimes forget why you moved here in the first place. That ignorant bliss lasts until there’s an incident, as Adler calls them, and you’re forcefully reminded that you’re here to hide. 

Sometimes, late at night, you wonder about the outside world. How could it be, that now even in the late 90s, the cold war rages on, tipping the world ever closer to that knife point and the nuclear fire raining down. 

The CIA, FBI, whoever was supposed to be protecting you and Adler, must be stretched thin, whatever’s going on. Why else would the ‘incidents’ be occurring more frequently, now? It seemed like each time was a closer call than the one before. 

Like last week. The man had looked like a ranger, with the hat and the badge, but he was a red, Adler assured you, as he left to deal with the body stretched across your driveway. He gets calls, late at night when you’re asleep, and one told him that a local ranger had been compromised. Each person who strays too close, he kills. It’s to protect you, both of you, so you don’t bat an eye.

Because, Adler isn’t randomly or excessively violent. He didn’t kill your parents, or your friends back in California. He didn’t even kill your ex-husband, no matter how much he wanted to. Every violent thing you’ve seen him do has been set up in your mind as necessary, so that by the time it happens, it’s already justified to you. He’s doing his duty to his country, to you. 

Adler doesn’t need you to be scared of him. You’re so scared of the red army that you’ll run to him no matter what he does, because he’ll keep you safe. Every time he reminds you of that, he can see the relief in your eyes, and he wonders if you’d ever be capable of pulling a trigger on a human, too. Then, if it all went wrong, he could reveal the truth to you, that the cold war was over, and that you’d murdered someone, but if you stayed with him, he could protect you from any charges and you wouldn’t go to prison. He liked having contingencies.

Which is also why the house had a basement, that you weren’t allowed into.

When one day, you question him on something, which will happen one day, (Adler could never help himself around the perceptive ones,) he’ll be ready. First step will be to keep lying to you, gaslight, he thinks the term is now. He will sit down on your porch swing with you, gently rocking back and forth as he lets you ask your questions about all the things that don’t add up, holding your hands tight, stroking his thumb over your knuckles as he provides a reasonable sounding answer for each and every one. 

By the end of your attempt at an interrogation, you’re not sure if he even knows that he’s lying. You wonder if you’ve missed something, some trauma he has that his mind has taken and used to warp reality into the fantasy world you’ve both been living in for the past ten years. When was the last time either of you had any contact with the real world? Read a newspaper, listened to the radio, watched TV? 

At first, pity overwhelms you, and you determine to try and help your sick husband to regain his mind, which you try to tell him gently. He pats your head, like he’s pretending to listen to your words, and heads inside, leaving you alone. As you keep thinking, trying to plan how you can get him to abandon your solitary life and move back to society, the doubts creep in. 

You end up deciding that Adler knows that everything he’s saying to you is a lie. You’re sure of it. He’s too awake, too alert to be suffering like that. Not that you’re a doctor, or know much about things like that, but your gut’s telling you that this was the truth, and your gut had never led you wrong. You’d just been ignoring it. Of course, that ranger was just that, a ranger, not a spy. 

You knew then that if you wanted to leave him, you were going to have to kill him. There was no other way out. You knew that, and so did he. 

He wouldn’t kill you back, though. For you, Adler had something a little different. 

As much as he didn’t want to, some part of Adler always knew that brainwashing you would be inevitable. He held off until he had to, because as much as he was one to tout his own genius, he knew he wasn’t perfect. He was ham-fistedly meddling around inside people’s brains, trying to do what Dragovich had perfected years before. He knew that even a little bit would do a lot of damage, and he wasn’t going to risk it unless it was necessary. 

Unfortunately, it was now. That afternoon, after the porch, you’d acted normal. Come in all smiles to him and started preparing dinner alongside him, like you did every day, acting like all was right in the world. That night, however, you’d tried to leave. 

More than that, you’d tried to kill him. But, as you’d looked down the sight at his sleeping body, you’d realised that you didn’t have the strength to pull the trigger. Not out of love for him, Adler wasn’t naïve, but out of your unblemished humanity. You’d never killed a man, and you weren’t going to for your selfish sake.

He’d caught you off guard when he’d opened his eyes, having been awake since you’d got up and unlocked the gun cabinet, not taking care to set he heavy lock down carefully on the oak wood table. You froze, letting him get up at an almost mockingly leisurely pace before he took the gun from you. He unloaded it and set it aside, reaching out for you like he was going to forgive you, taking your shoulders in his hands, looking down at you with a sad smile as his grip tightened, and he started dragging you towards the basement.

You didn’t even think to put up a struggle until he’d dragged you down the steps and was in the process of tying you up to the waiting chair, but by then it was too late. You lashed out with your one free hand, which he just tutted at, bending your hand back painfully as he bound your wrist to the other arm of the chair. All you could do was sit there and panic, staring bug eyed as he pulled out vials upon vials of some kind of drug. Your eyes caught the label, and you heard your own weak voice ask what ‘separation’ meant. 

That made Adler laugh, as he turned and crouched in front of you, setting the hand with his wedding ring on your knee, the gold glittering in the light as he described how separation was a not particularly fun little drug, that was going to break your mind into pieces, as many pieces as he needed, until he brought his loving wife back again.

What he didn’t tell you, was how wrong it could go. As he stood up again, your struggle in the chair faintly reminded him of Bell, all those years ago. Really, he thought to himself as he prepared your first dose, if it all did go wrong, and you ended up an almost mindless husk like Bell had been… it wouldn’t be the end if the world. He’d still have you, at his side, all to himself, which is what he really wanted. 

He tapped the syringe carefully, surveying the liquid inside through the dim light as he turned back to face you, smiling at your scared face. Phenosorazine really was a beautiful thing. 

[yanwriter-archive]

Can I request Yandere! Russell Adler being s/o best friend for a long time since in Vietnam and want to be more than just a friend but s/o always put their relationship in a friendzone until one day, he snaps. Thank you in advance!

Breaking Point

Warnings: Obsessive love, mentions of war, manipulation, drugging, mind control, false memories

Being a medic was a hard, grueling job, but being a medic for a bloody, unrelenting war like Vietnam was torture. The memories still are fresh in your mind, even after it was long done. It was hard, you wanted to forget it.

But, there were things you never wanted to forget, too. Fighting alongside soldiers, making sure they don't die, that is a bond you can't replicate. They were your friends, you brothers and sisters.

You had saved Russell's life.

A bullet had hit a vital point, and he was losing blood, fast. Within a week, he had Bloomed back to life. That's when your friendship started.

He, in turn, saved your life as well.

A rookie soldier had led the enemy straight back to your base. It was chaos, as your solider tried to fight back, being taken by surprise. You were unaware of what was happening, until one of your injured soldier was shot in their head right in front of you. You tried to defend yourself, but there was nothing you could do.

And when the gun hit your forehead, you knew you were dead.

Until Russell scattered the man's brain across the floor of your tent.

Things like that, you don't want to forget. Russell was a great friend.

But Russell didn't want to be a great friend. He wanted you to love him like how he loves you. Although he was sweet and handsome and you loved him, you just didn't like him like that. There was nothing he could do to change that.

Every time, he came back with more and more gifts and love letters and hope, you would let him down as nicely as you could. You were reaching your breaking point.

You just didn't know he was too.

-

"I just don't understand. What am I doing wrong?"

Your heart squeezed, but you just couldn't do it anymore.

"Russell, it's not you, I swear! You are an amazing guy, and a great friend, but I just don't have feelings for you."

"I could be an even greater husband, if you just..." He paused, "give me a chance."

All you could say was,

"I'm sorry, Russell."

And you were. You were so sorry that you didn't hear the defeated sigh, or the way his eyes shifted to a deep darkness. You were so sorry that you didn't even feel the tiny needle enter your neck.

-

He didn't want to do this, truely, but it worked so well with Bell. He wanted a real relationship, with real memories. But you were too damn stubborn. That's okay, there is plenty of time to make real memories with you.

-

Your vision was blurry when you came to.

When did you lay down? Why was your bed so.. soft and comfortable?

You were so warm, you never wanted to move.

Until your eyes adjusted, and you realized that it wasn't your room.

Shooting up, you tried to remember what happened last night.

Your jumbled thoughts were stopped by a soft, low voice.

"Careful Sweetheart, don't want you to get hurt now."

"Russell? Where am I? What happened?" You start to panic but suddenly your mind goes calm and frozen as he speaks again.

"Sweetheart, don't you know just how much I love you?" His smile is warm and loving.

And suddenly, your world turned rose pink.

You remember falling in love with Russell back in Nam', you remember how much you love him and how all you want to do is to be with him.

"Russell.." You can't find the words. You don't need to, as he leans down, gently cups your cheek, and kisses you deeply.

And you kiss back.

Because you know just how much he loves you, just like how you know just how much you love him.

[sivyera]

Yandere TDATT characters being in love with you would include...

ft. arvin, preston, lee, willard, lenora

a/n: pls don't kill me for the preston part, i mean some of you simp for joker who is much worse, btw y/n and Lenora are 18

༻♛༺

⤷ Arvin Eugene Russell

-Arvin would probably first met you at school when he was waiting for Lenora. He saw you standing up for Lenora to her bullies which immediately made him curious about you.

-So he would ask Lenora about you, he'd also told her to befriend you so you can help her in school, definitely not to know more about you.

-POSSESSIVE

-He would stalk you, sometimes he'd be in his car, driving behind your walking figure on the street, or he would sneak to your house at night watching you sleep or shower or do literally anything.

-He will protect you more than he does Lenora. If anyone even look at you the wrong way, they will end up with several broken bones. And if someone tries to touch you without your permission or make you slightly uncomfortable, the person will end up dead.

-After some time he will approach you. Starting a conversation about how glad he is that Lenora has you, that he cannot be around her to protect her all the time.

-He would never hurt you. Maybe if you find out that he killed someone for you, he would try to manipulate you, but he would never punch your or something similar.

-He would kidnap you soon, just to make sure that you are safe with him. He would also take a good care of you, will give you some freedom when he trusts you enough that you won't run away.

-He would want to spend every minute with you and he won't ever let you go, he loves you so much.

⤷ Preston Teagardin

-Preston would meet you in church after your grandma took you there. You didn't believe in god (you were atheist) and just lived normal life but that was to your grandma a sin. Your grandpa didn't really care because he was atheist as well so you often made jokes about your granny's faith.

-When Preston saw you he knew that he wants you. Your beaty was unbelievable. Which made him curious about you. He saw in your eyes that you don't believe in god and that's what attracted him.

-Your grandma told him how sinful you are and asked him if he could talk to you, which he gladly accepted.

-He would manipulate your grandma to think that he needs more time with you, alone. So she will make you go to the church more often, than he could be alone with you.

-Possessive and obsessive, will also stalk you a lot. Probably in his car at night looking into your window at you.

-He wouldn't even try to convince you to believe in god because he himself doesn't believe in him. He is also atheist he's just doing it for the money and power.

-You two will be alone in the church or after some time in his house. He would be over the moon because he can have you all to himself. BUT he wouldn't do anything without your verbal consent, because he would never hurt you in any way.

-Your relationship will be a secret from the start, just few glances and his death stares at anyone who's talking to you.

-But after some time he wouldn't be able to control himself anymore. He just has to have you, all the time. He can't get enough of you.

-He will kidnap you unless you go voluntarily. If yes than you two will run away and live somewhere in countryside where no one will bother you. You will have freedom around the house and on the yard, but he's the one who will go for grocery OR he will go with you, just to make sure no one will talk nor touch his precious angel.

⤷ Lee Bodecker

-Lee will stop you while he was working because you drove too fast. When he pull you over he was too stunned to speak. You were beautiful and he saw fire in your eyes.

-He shook his head and flirt with you, but enough not to make it weird nor make you uncomfortable. At the end of the day he didn't give you the speed ticket and let you go under one condition, which was to give him your name and phone number.

-After that he will make excuses to talk to you, so he would either stop you at the driveway or call you or knock on your door for a talk (because he will found out where you live by stalking you or looking into your file at the police station)

-He is also a stalker but not that much like Arvin, Preston or Willard. He will call it 'looking out for you just in case some men will make you uncomfortable' because he's a policeman, after all it's his job ;)

-He will offer you his help to stay close to you, doesn't matter if you need help with grocery or drop you somewhere in his police car.

-If anyone touches you, make you uncomfortable OR dare to flirt with you, he will arrest them for a long time and make sure they will leave you alone.

-He won't be rude to you or harsh but he will be dominant (like every other characters except Lenora) because he is policeman, you will have to have some respect for him.

-He will kidnap you sooner rather than later, just in case no man will hurt you, this city is cruel...and he can have you for himself.

⤷ Willard Russell

-Willard couldn't take his eyes off of you, when he saw you at that bar. He will talk to you as long as possible and he will flirt with you. After your shift he will take you home to make sure you are fine, definitely not to find out where you live ;)

-He will come to that bar more often to see you and talk to you, will also protect you like that, because no man would even try to talk to you when they saw that Willard is near you.

-At night he will sneak into your house and sat next to your bed, watching you sleep for few hours, you now again just in case.

-He is the most possessive of them all, also the biggest stalker. If anyone will try to talk to you, he will wait on them somewhere in private so no one could see what he will do to that man, because i'm telling you the man that talked to you won't survive or he will have a REALLY hard time.

-He will kidnap you after just two months, this world is too dangerous for someone so beautiful and precious like you.

-He also wouldn't hurt you but he will manipulate you if you won't listen to him. He is also the most dominant, he is veteran so he has some discipline and will 'teach' you how to listen to him.

-Won't let you out of the house but otherwise you have freedom and if you need anything from the shop, he will either go with you or buy anything you need. Most of the time you will stay home tho.

⤷ Lenora Laftery 

-Lenora will meet you at school, you were her new classmate. She is the purest of them all but don't let her innocence fool you. She might be pure and innocent but she's not dumb, she can use it.

-From the start she will pray to god every night so he make her emotions for you vanish. But she will get use to them after some time.

-She will make herself a victim more than she already is to make you protect her from her bullies.

-She is more like your worshiper. Let's say you will became her new 'god' more like goddess, she will worship the ground you walk on, will pray every night for you and your love.

-She will also be a bit confused how much emotions she feels towards you, unhealthy emotions like lust, obsession, desire,... which she finds sinful and horrible but she cannot help herself.

-She won't stalk you... lot, but will kind of spend as much time with you as possible, which means sleepover or study dates (like she likes to call it, even tho they aren't)

-She also won't kidnap you made she will make herself look like a victim even more so you will stay by her side, if you talk to other guys she will act hurt and will say that the guys has been bullying her so you will eventually stop talking to him. She loves you and won't let you leave her side.

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tags: @clarks-letterman hope you like it!

[yanderes-galore]

I couldn’t decide on whom to request, but I’ll send the other one in very soon.

Platonic! Yandere! Russell Adler with Missing! Daughter who was missing ever since she was eight and turns out his archenemy, Perseus, took her in as his very own daughter and raised her to be one of his best soldiers. 18-year-old darling is just wondering why this scarred man is hellbent on getting her back, and occasionally had to ask him who the hell he is whenever they meet up, which is honestly very heartbreaking for him.

I sense the angst already... sure! Utilizing wiki info since I have not played the game itself, I watched videos (It won't work with me for whatever reason).

Yandere! Platonic! Russell Adler with Missing! Daughter! Darling

Pairing: Platonic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Female Darling, Obsession, Angst, Possible mentions of real life events, Kidnapping, Brainwashing, Violence, Manipulation, Dubious companionship, Attempts at murder mention/Past murder mentioned, Blood.

I feel it's only more traumatic that he lost you when you were eight.

I do feel Russell Adler would be a good father to his daughter.

No one even knows the man has a family, or anything of his background really.

Your existence is a mystery to everyone but him.

Adler probably took care of you sometime before 1981 (Needs to be 18 years before Cold War's events), where he thinks Perseus is dead.

I'm a bit rusty on times where events take place but Adler takes care of you around when he's taken a position in the CIA.

You're a secret to most people and he loves you.

Maybe he adopted you or had you with a women no one knows before taking care of you alone.

Adler thought no one would learn of your existence since he never talked about his past.

Yet somehow tragedy still manages to strike.

Adler is a man who can go from charismatic to cold in an instant when talking with others.

It's hard to tell how he's feeling at times.

Yet I can just imagine the distraught desperation within him when he finds his home ransacked, his daughter gone in the chaos.

Adler is no doubt a changed man for ten years.

He may have been more laid back when he had you to look forward to.

But now he's dedicating his life work to finding you.

Although... is there anything he can find?

Meanwhile when Adler is left a broken man, Perseus had his men take you in.

Perseus becomes your father for the next ten years.

He may even brainwash you a bit to think you've always had him as your father.

You don't recall a man named Russell Adler, let alone think of him as your father.

Far as you know Perseus saved you and took you in as his own.

The next ten years are dedicated to training for you.

Perseus isn't the most affectionate man as a father but you never complain.

You're trained to be a soldier, a killing machine for his own personal use.

By the time you're 18 it's finished.

You're the perfect soldier while Adler still tries to find his long lost daughter.

Adler is a smart man so by the time of Cold War's events, or even before it, he suspects Perseus is the one behind your disappearance.

Imagine the pain coming back to Adler when he sees you for the first time in a decade.

He can tell you're his daughter but you've changed so much.

Your attire is decked out in Perseus insignia and it's clear in your eyes you don't recognize Adler.

Adler knows his next mission is to take you back, he even plans on disguising it as taking you as a hostage for interrogation.

No one suspects you're Adler's daughter but they do question why he's so insistent on targeting you.

It does indeed hurt Adler whenever he faces you only to hear you ask him who he is.

Any attempts to make you see him as your father again is pushed away.

You call him delusional and then proceed to try and kill him.

(If I'm being honest, this whole dynamic reminds me an awful lot of Splinter, Karai, and Shredder's story from TMNT. It's off topic but it would be exactly like that.)

Adler doesn't like the idea of hurting you but tries to tell himself it's for your own good.

Eventually Adler is going to snap and order the plan of kidnapping you.

To him it's more like reclaiming but... it's just to make him feel better.

Adler is careful of not letting his team know your origins unless he trusts them.

Once he has you in CIA custody, Adler does anything and everything he can to convince you that he's your father, not Perseus.

I can imagine that if you're biologically related he'd do a DNA test to prove things.

That would screw with your mind... but it wouldn't work if you were adopted.

Reversing your thinking is difficult because Perseus didn't necessarily use brainwashing on you.

He influenced you by taking you when you were young.

There's a slim chance Adler can get you back normally due to your age.

It's slim though.

The most likely option Adler would have to do to make you his daughter is brainwashing of his own.

He hates the idea of it but you may be unfixable in your current state.

By this point his crew is going to find out your connections with Adler.

Adler comes off hostile when they say you're now the enemy.

He wants there to be a chance.

You never deserved to be a soldier, especially one for Perseus.

Adler is definitely making it a goal to fill Perseus with lead when he finds him with Bell.

Perseus will choke on his own blood when Adler is done with him....

Don't worry, he'll fix his beloved daughter...

You won't have to kill anymore, you can just go back to how things were... how things are supposed to be...

Your real father will fix everything.

[anime-potato-san]

oh that Yandere!Bell au sounds so fun as well as that Self Aware Adler fic as well

Thanks! I’m currently writing the self-aware fic and one of my personal ones, but I want to do something with Yandere!Bell, so I’m going to write something short with my Bell, then add it too my growing list of fanfics. (I’m now working on 3 fanfics like the masochist that I am)

Excited to start writing these! Just wish college wasn’t slamming me with work now that the semester is slowing coming to an end

[yanderestarangel]

☆You Are Mine - Yandere Adler Russell - part 1.

A/N: There will be a second part in the future, when my creativity comes back it's a modern au but nothing that changes the character of Adler.

Tw: Yandere themes, afab reader, male pronouns used, vague description reader.

Yandere adler russell! that when he met you you were helping Mason with some papers for his college internship, to the man's face you were sitting in the big armchair in the living room absentmindedly writing on the clipboard some information about the "experienced fbi agent". you had no idea that he worked at the CIA.

Russell caught eyes on you, looking you up and down while you didn't even mind his entrance.

Mason came from the kitchen soon seeing his old friend, Adler justified his sudden entrance with: "-The door was open and I decided not to wait to be received at the entrance." Giving a slight smile while still greeting his friend, and finally his face lit up with his eyes focused on the lens of his glasses now.

You smiled and soon Mason introduced Russell to you, you were shy at first with the size of the man and his frowning face, but soon you shook his hand lightly and gave an excuse to leave your tutor's house saying that you would be back another time.

Russell saw you leave with some notebooks in your hand, accompanying a backpack on your shoulder, walking casually through the fence and the small white wooden gate already open, following your path.

Russell soon wondered who you were getting a quick explanation from Mason but that didn't satisfy him, he needed more.

So the involuntary encounters took place, all at Mason's house, sometimes you stood in a quiet corner hoping not to disturb both men but Adler always stared at you, he wanted to understand why he was so obsessed with you, if it was your angelic face, if it was your skin that looked so fragrant and soft, if her hands were so delicate. Probably yes.

All the sickest thoughts ran through Russell's head as he stared at you and Mason found himself in the kitchen, getting himself some drink.

Adler then collected all the data about you, where you lived, who you were, your hobbies even your friends and what you had for breakfast, it all started too fast for him.

Adler looked at you as if he were going to let the dirty thoughts that crowded his head get the better of him every time he saw you.

Soon thoughts of him are disturbed by Mason who brought the drinks and finally something seemed to catch Adler's attention, but he couldn't stop looking at you.

You were so oblivious and lost in your thoughts...

He would love to lock you up in a cute, luxurious cage just for you.

Every day, without even saying a word to the man he found himself deluded in a world of dreams and daydreams, he thought you were too shy to speak and throw yourself at his feet, he was mighty the monster of America he could give you and take the world, why did you seem not to care about it?

He's practically begging you to pay attention to him.

Note Adler Russell.

Note your fucking future owner.

Adler now only shows up on days you're at Mason's house, and the way you don't seem to even notice him, you're such a beautiful thing, you shouldn't be so oblivious next to a world of men so wild, they can take advantage. from you.

It was the thought that haunted Adler the most as the man drank his whiskey and put it back on the kitchen counter, looking at the computer one of your pictures taken of you distracted on campus and quickly the man switched to the cameras in his apartment, seeing his beautiful body lying on the covers, you are an angel... Russell's angel.

But Adler's patience ran out and it was his fault, even if you didn't even know it.

The height of Adler's madness was on a Saturday, the man was going to Mason's house early again, it was your last day doing the internship at the man's house and he wasn't going to stop getting closer to you, he in his delirious head, thinks that your smiles of pure sympathy or your "good morning" to him, were like a code for him to take you as his.

Adler was as tidy as ever, a small bag in his hand with the gift you've wanted for ages (Adler listened to all your conversations and notepads and selected the one you wanted most at that moment) he was feeling like a young man in love again. in his house of 46 years old and extremely distorted exciting.

Russell knocked on Mason's door vigorously, soon becoming aware of the sound of water and joyful screams.

The man took a spare key heading towards where the sound was coming from, the back pool.

Seeing you in a bikini, showing off your beautiful skin you were practically naked in Adler's eyes, he didn't even know how to react, you weren't alone, with a boy practically his age with you smiling and very close to each other.

Russell approached, his face serious, asking you where Mason was.

- Mr Russell, he left, as it's my last day here he let me use the pool, he comes back at 12 and-" You spoke sweetly leaving the pool running towards Russell, he swore he wanted to grab you right there over his shoulder and take you from there to the most secluded place he could, don't you get it Y/N? This guy is practically devouring you with his eyes.

Adler thanked himself for wearing a jacket that covered the bulge in his pants and resolved to nod curtly and go back inside.

He wanted to kill the guy who was with you.

It didn't matter if it was a friend or acquaintance or love interest.

Adler wanted to blow the bastard's brains out on the wall.

But he controlled himself as he watched the bulge go down while trying to breathe and calm down.

You had never spoken to him so much either.

Adler was practically jumping up and down with joy, his voice was so sweet he wanted to kneel down and fuck you ass for being so perfect.

A few minutes passed and by some miracle the boy who was accompanying you in the shower left without passing Russell, maybe the dog privilege came in handy this time.

You walked back into the house, wet skin and a button-up shirt covering your ass but there was still a lot of you.

Were you doing it on purpose?

You walked past the older man covering yourself up a bit and trying to look friendly.

He really wanted to understand, didn't you see? He was crazy about you.

You sat across from the man fiddling with his cell phone and sheepishly offering to call your tutor Mason, Adler declined looking at his perfect shy face as he spoke to him, did you notice the bag in front of the man, saying he knew the store and that he should costing a lot for being a designer ( even not knowing what was inside, desperation made you try to arrange something with the man. )

Russell smiled and said it was for you, he lied sweetly saying it was just a souvenir for his internship effort.

You found it strange but happily accepted it, opening up and seeing his present material fixation, you really were in disbelief wondering how he knew.

Your joy was such that even without being intimate with the older man, you quickly got up from your position and hugged him.

Russell couldn't believe it, he hated touch, but his...

He felt like a young man in love again.

He fought the intrusive thoughts and soon hugged you, it didn't last long as Mason had arrived.

Russell left shortly after making up an excuse, saying he would talk to your friend later. Russell felt invigorated and he had a huge problem now, the wetness in his underwear and the feeling of getting rid of anyone who came near you.

[zillavader]

Valentines Day

Josh Valentine: Hey Madison, I have something to tell you

Madison Russell: Oh, and what would that be?

Josh Valentine: Well, it’s taking me a lot of courage to build to say this but I thought I should tell you this real quick

Madison Russell: Really, well come on tell me

Josh Valentine: Well, you know that blonde girl from the cheerleading team? The one that shares economics class with me? Well, I finally asked her out and she said she’d love to go to the movies with me later. Oh, I better get home and get ready, see you tomorrow *rushes off*

Madison Russell: …. Wha- what? But, J… Joshua, we don’t share economics class a… and I’m not on the cheerleading team

[ladysouthpaw1213]

you did amazing @septic-salad !!! was my request

💜💙🩵Yandere! Adler my beloved 💜💙🩵

also gives me Dead Plate Vibes

(oh god, why is a AdlerBell Dead Plate au suddenly popping into mt head)

hiya, since your arts requests are currently open, are you interested in doing a fanart of Yandere/Obsessive Adler? If you want to

Does this count? :)

[djloveyou3000]

Belladonna

Chapter two

Gif by : @https-cyber-slxt

Bell felt the heat rise in the room, a mix of alcohol and camaraderie wrapping around them. They leaned back and, with a quiet breath, removed their mask for the first time in what felt like ages.

The table fell silent.

Bell looked different—but in a good way. Healthier. The perpetual dark circles under their eyes had faded, and their hair was freshly cut, styled in a way that highlighted their refreshed appearance. For the first time since joining the team, Bell looked like someone who was starting to take control.

Mason was the first to react, offering a warm smile. “Looking good, Bell,” he said, his voice steady with understanding. They shared a unique bond—two people who had endured the horrors of brainwashing and survived.

Lazar’s grin was infectious. “Damn, Bell! Look at you!”

Woods clapped a firm hand on Bell’s shoulder, shaking them with pride. “About time you started looking like a badass again.”

Helen gave a soft smile, while Sims, who had known Bell from before, nodded in quiet approval. Even Hudson offered a rare, small nod—miraculous, considering his usual stoic demeanor.

Bell, trying to play it cool, smiled faintly as they sipped their drink, but their eyes darted quickly to Russell. His reaction was subtle, but to Bell, it was glaring. His hand tightened around his glass, jaw set just a little too firm, his aviators shielding his eyes but not his aura. Bell didn’t want to admit it, but they cared about what Russell thought—and they hated that they did.

“So, Bell,” Helen broke the silence, her voice laced with curiosity. “How are the memories coming along?”

Everyone leaned in, even Hudson. Especially Russell.

Bell hesitated, feeling Russell’s eyes boring into them. “Well, I’ve got some stuff,” they said carefully, “but it’s all scrambled. Better than nothing, I guess. I’ve been having these dreams… but they’re too realistic. Like, they connect to each other. It’s like putting together a puzzle.”

Bell paused before smiling lightly. “So, I got a journal. Thought I’d try to write it all down, piece it together into a timeline.”

Hudson raised an eyebrow. “A diary?”

Bell chuckled. “Yeah, a diary. It’s got Hello Kitty all over it. And a Hello Kitty lock. So don’t even think about trying to read it. I’ve got some embarrassing stuff in there.”

The table erupted in laughter, even Hudson letting out a small huff that could’ve been a laugh. But Russell? Russell’s expression darkened for just a moment before returning to his usual calm. His grip on his glass tightened. A journal? Bell had a journal—and they hadn’t told him?

Lazar leaned forward. “So, what do you remember?” he asked, his voice gentle. “Only what you’re comfortable sharing.”

The others nodded in agreement, curiosity glimmering in their eyes. But just as Bell opened their mouth to respond, Russell leaned in, cutting them off.

“Bell, how much have you had to drink?” he asked smoothly, his tone light but sharp enough to silence the table. “You’re looking a little sluggish. We should head out—you’ve got that appointment tomorrow. And I need your help with some files.”

Woods frowned. “C’mon, Adler, let the kid have some fun.”

But Russell was nothing if not convincing. He quickly spun a tale about Bell’s recovery, how alcohol might interfere with their progress, and how they couldn’t afford to take risks. Begrudgingly, the team agreed, bidding Bell goodnight as Russell ushered them out the door.

In the car, the air was suffocating. Bell shifted uncomfortably, Russell’s hand gripping their thigh with a possessive force that felt more like a leash than comfort. They reached for the window, desperate for air, but Russell stopped them with a sharp glance.

He leaned in close, cigarette between his lips, his mouth almost brushing theirs. Bell froze, torn between the urge to pull away and the forbidden temptation of stealing a kiss—or the cigarette. But Russell only smirked, fastening Bell’s seatbelt.

“Safety first, kid,” he murmured, exhaling smoke as he pulled away.

They drove in silence, Russell’s grip never loosening. When they arrived at his place, he guided Bell inside, his silence heavy and oppressive. Once the door shut behind them, he turned, removing his aviators and stepping close.

“So,” he said, voice low and controlled, “when were you going to tell me about the journal?”

Bell stiffened. “It’s my journal, Adler. I don’t have to tell you everything.”

“You do if it’s about your memories,” he snapped, his calm veneer cracking. “You think you can just keep that from me? After everything I’ve done for you?”

The argument escalated, Bell standing their ground as Russell’s frustration grew. Finally, he’d had enough.

In one swift motion, he grabbed Bell, his lips crashing against theirs in a forceful, possessive kiss. Bell froze, their mind reeling as Russell pulled back, his eyes blazing.

“The journal. Now,” he demanded, his voice leaving no room for refusal.

Bell stared at him, torn between defiance and the creeping realization that Russell wouldn’t stop until he got what he wanted.

[ladysouthpaw1213]

Headless Horseman! Adler au idea(open to anyone who wants to give it a go)

(Inspired by The Legend of Sleepy Hollow book narrated by Glenn Close)

Basic is during the chase to escape, Bell/Reader finds his head and gives it to him in the hopes of placating him or just even just getting him distracted enough to buy enough time to cross the bridge. It fails though as they get spirited away by him just as they got to the bridge due to not only finding his missing head(which starts out as a skull but quickly regenerates into flesh after being put back on by its original owner) but being a dead ringer for Russell’s lost love(who he was planning on marrying before the incident that cost him his head and turn him into the headless horseman in the first place)

[hedgehogsaretheultimatelifeform]

Got more yandere adler cooking 🥘🥘🥘

(Looking forward to filling these requests)

[ladysouthpaw1213]

💜💙🩵Oh this was a good one💜💙🩵 always wanted to know what happened next

second time’s the charm | Dark!Adler/Bell Post-Solovetsky AU snippet

“Нова-6 только что вошла во вторую фазу разработки. Главный научный сотрудник Кузьмин встретился с Кравченко, чтобы обсудить испытания на людях.”

You blinked, registering the sound of the chatter of a radio crackling through the air and the steady rolling of the tape in the corner. You could vaguely understand the Russian voice in the tape even though your Russian was hazy at best. MK Ultra hadn’t been the best thing for your linguistic skills. All you could catch was Nova-6, Kuzmin, and Kravchenko…a familiar name. 

What were you…

Your thoughts were cut short by the sudden pain in your shoulder as you tried to pull yourself off the bed only to wince. You brought a hand to your shoulder-

The sound of chains clanging against metal resounded in the air. You looked down and found your hands bound to the posts on the bed. 

What the hell-

However, the sound of a door opening cut your thoughts short. 

You opened your mouth, ready to confront whoever chained you up like this because the others-

…the others, you realized with horror.

Adler. 

He and the others weren’t going to come for you. 

The vague memory of a gunshot hitting you in the chest and your vision fading to black hit you. They must have captured me, you thought numbly. 

Adler hadn’t even bothered to finish you off. 

And that in and of itself was a fate worse than death. 

You braced yourself for the interrogation by whichever Soviet or Perseus officer had happened to find at the cliffside-

And then you noticed the smell in the air. It was a familiar one you instinctively relaxed at because it was something that had accompanied you through hell and back all those years ago in Vietnam-no, no, no

Remember, Bell, you told yourself. Yet you winced at the name…”Bell”. 

Even that was created by Adler. 

Everything about you came from him. 

And he tossed you away. 

Like damaged goods. 

“Bell.”

You flinched from the sound of his voice.

Even now, you were hearing that damn voice of his, rolling your name off like it was a real true one. But it wasn’t because everything was a lie and you had to remind yourself of that again and again-

“Now, Bell, you know that we have a job to do.” This time, you closed your eyes, praying that the trembling of your hands at the sound of that didn’t show to the Soviet officer before you. 

Not real, not real, he’s not real Bell-

Yet even as you knew he was but a hallucination by whatever substance your captors injected you with, you just couldn’t stop one word from falling off your lips hollowly.

“Why?”

Even as you looked down, you could almost see him take a drag of his cigarette before sighing out the smoke which curled into the air. The all too addictive feeling of nicotine seeping into your lungs as you were forced to breathe in the small, cramped cell. 

“Why?” he asked out loud before saying almost amusedly, “Hudson’s an idiot, not knowing a good thing when it appears. But don’t worry, kid.”

“I sure as hell know when that happens. And you were that diamond in the rough, Bell. You did your job so well-”

You nearly shivered at his words. What the hell did they give you for your fucked up hallucination of him to say these things? The worst thing about it was you couldn’t help but feel that damnable sense of pleasure at that. 

You did your job so well. 

Just like a good dog, you thought as you felt your hands tremble against the chains once more. They had trained you to be that way, after all. 

A good loyal dog for him until you were to be put down. 

“Besides,” Adler continued on, “We still have a job to do. Perseus is at large and I need the best operative we have for it.” 

“Go away,” you bit out, trying to keep the desperation in your voice from coming out. You weren’t going to give them the satisfaction of seeing you break so soon. 

“Alright, kid,” Yet you didn’t relax at the easiness in his voice. In fact, you only tensed because you knew him…maybe not in reality but in those memories in that lab. All those times you heard his voice over and over again like a prayer…

You suddenly heard footsteps coming closer and closer before you felt gloved hands tilt your chin up firmly. At that moment, you opened your eyes instinctively only to find yourself staring up at those eyes always obscured by those sunglasses. 

“You know what they say. Second time’s the charm.” 

[yanderedrabbles]

Yandere Movie Week [review]

Day 2 - Secret Obsession (2019)

Yandere Score: 9/10

Overall Score: 6/10

I hate to only give this movie a 6/10, because I really enjoyed it.

But it's the kind of fun, turn-your-brain-off flick best enjoyed with ice cream and zero critical thinking skills.

The premise is solid - our heroine Jennifer (Brenda Song) wakes up with amnesia after being chased down by a masked killer. A great set up for tension, and a pretty classic intro to a thriller.

The opening scene yanks us straight into the action. A rainy night. A mysterious, knife wielding stranger. A desperate dash for safety. (If only they could have kept this pace up for the entire movie, sigh).

You can see where I'm going with this. It doesn't go well for our girl.

After she wakes up in the hospital, we're introduced to her husband, Russel (Mike Vogel). His character design had two words on it and those were "buff nerd." Biceps and bifocals.

He's with her through every step of her recovery, sweet and steadfast while she grapples with the guilt of not remembering him, or their life together.

But most importantly, he's here to whisk her away to safety! That safety being a gorgeous house out in the mountains.

With no cell service or nearby neighbours.

I love the cabin chic look Jen, but maybe not the best place to be when there's a killer out for blood.

As you can expect, things go south and they go south fast. Not even half an hour in and we get our first on screen murder. Trust me, this particular yandere is not shy about his intentions.

He works hard to earn his 9/10 rating. He's been obsessed with Jen for years, and her getting married is the final straw. Either she can be his, or she can join his rapidly growing list of victims.

We've got plenty of the classic tropes. Cameras in her bedroom. Isolation. Chaining her to the bed. A total catch, no idea why Jen was never into him.

He's the quintessential "If I can't have you, no one can" sort of guy. Doing whatever he has to to keep his girl. He gets creative with it too. How many yanderes can say they broke out Photoshop as part of their grand plan?

Unfortunately, he's far from perfect. And I don't mean the murders. (Hot guys can do a little murder sometimes, as a treat).

His plan hinges on people just... not checking ID? You're lucky you made it as far as you did, pretty boy. Guess some deranged killers get all the luck.

On top of that, the chemistry between him and Jen is terribly lukewarm. A few tense moments, but nothing simmering hot.

For the most part, he isn't very scary or emotive. Which is a HUGE missed opportunity.

Show us the passion that led him to this point! Show us a man on the end of his tether, desperate to keep his girl! Give us something more than bland acting, and a range beyond straight-faced and slightly-less-straight-faced.

Despite his long list of crimes, he just isn't intimidating.

Maybe the intention was to have this non-threatening guy do all these things as a way to ratchet up the tension, but I don't think the movie had the budget or the time to pull it off.

He gets much better in the third act - more demanding, more handsy. But it never reaches the point where I'm at the edge of my seat wondering if he's about to lose his shit.

Jennifer as a character is moderately likeable. Despite spending quite a bit of time with her, I struggle to think of anything majorly distinctive. Not great. Not terrible. I think it's Brenda Song herself rather than Jennifer who I end up liking.

She's also - how do I say this politely - not always the smartest. And I get it girl, it's hard to think under pressure. But how the hell do you manage to lock your keys inside your car when you're being chased by a killer?

She's lucky she has her golden retriever man to protect her, really.

In terms of technicals, I'd say they're okay. Not very eloquent of me, but that's exactly what they are.

The cinematography is passable. There weren't a lot of shots that made me pause and stare. It has that glossy look that a lot of direct-to-streaming movies have, where you can tell the budget is stretched a bit thin, and the camera guy is antsy to get his cheque.

The score doesn't stick out to me at all. Hate to say it.

Don't go in expecting a blockbuster, high budget film. It's fun but utterly mid-teir in budget, story and characters. The premise has promise, but it fails to deliver as much tension and terror as it could.

Would I recommend? Despite its issues, I'd say it's worth picking up. Not the scariest or prettiest movie on this list, but it's a quick fix of yandere to get you through the day.

Day 1 - Fear (1996)

Day 2 - Secret Obsession (2019)

Day 3 - Hush (2016)

Day 4 - The Perfect Guy (2015)

Day 5 - The Boy Next Door (2015)

Day 6 - The Invisible Man (2020)

Day 7 - Til Death Do Us Part (2017)

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