They say villains are made, not born.
But they never say that yanderes are forged—in moments of heartbreak, in the flickers of betrayal, in the cracks where affection becomes obsession.
Tonight, the System granted me a strange vision:
"Your bonds are growing unstable. Replaying their descent may grant understanding—or warning."
I didn't ask for it.
But I watched anyway.
[Memory One: Clara Vance – The Spark of Recognition]
Before the obsession.
Before the potions.
Before the sultry dresses and seductive laughs—Clara was just another overworked, overlooked alchemist.
The daughter of House Vance, a noble family obsessed with perfection. She wasn't the heir. She wasn't even second best. Just a background genius, brewing poisons in secret, ignored by everyone.
Everyone… except Kael.
In her second year, she had an experiment explode in her face during a mock exam. The crowd laughed. Professors sighed. Her father muttered "Useless again."
But Kael, the academy's trash-tier villain, crouched beside her as she sobbed behind the greenhouse.
"You messed up big," he had said.
She flinched.
"But I've burned down three labs this semester. So hey, new record."
Clara blinked.
And laughed.
It was the first time anyone made her feel human, not like a failed formula. He handed her a healing salve he stole from the infirmary.
"Don't tell anyone I have a soul. I've got a bad reputation to keep."
And just like that—Clara Vance didn't fall in love.
She crashed, with a chemical reaction that never stopped burning.
[Memory Two: Ilyra Thorne – The Blade's Longing]
Ilyra was born in shadows.
An assassin. A prodigy. A ghost in a world of steel and whispers.
From the age of five, she was taught emotions were weaknesses. Her own parents sold her to the House of Thorne to be raised as a weapon.
She was elegant. Deadly. Controlled.
But she had no identity.
Until she met Kael, who, during a practice duel, insulted her with a smirk that changed everything.
"You've got a pretty blade, but you're boring. I like my enemies with a little fire."
She should've slit his throat.
But instead, she froze.
Because in his voice, she heard something no one had given her: attention not based on fear.
Later, when she ambushed him for revenge, he disarmed her—not physically, but emotionally.
He didn't strike back. He simply sat down and said,
"If you're gonna kill me, do it. But if not… you could sit. You look tired."
No one had ever seen her as a person.
He did.
That night, she didn't sleep.
She watched him instead—silently, from the rooftop.
And every night after, she kept watching.
[Memory Three: Selena Arkwright – Crown of Thorns]
Selena was a goddess to the academy.
Daughter of the Imperial Warlord. Top of every class. Beautiful. Powerful. Worshipped.
And yet—so alone.
Everyone either feared her or faked love to gain power.
She dated perfect suitors who crumbled when she didn't act like a delicate princess.
And then Kael… laughed at her.
Not out of fear. Not out of respect.
He saw her stumble in training once and snorted.
"You? Stumble? What, did the world end?"
She turned red. No one had ever dared to tease her.
She challenged him to a duel on the spot.
He lost.
Horribly.
But he stood up, bloodied, and said,
"You're terrifying. But you're also clearly bored out of your mind. Ever tried setting a teacher's beard on fire? Fun times."
He was reckless. Filthy. Below her.
But he was real.
And that made her hunger for him—slowly, quietly—until the cracks in her perfect crown widened… and obsession leaked in.
[Memory Four: Aria Moonveil – The Noise in the Silence]
Aria never felt emotions.
Raised in the Void Sect, emotion was seen as disease.
She read ancient grimoires before she could walk. Her power was immense—but her world was silent.
Until she heard about Kael Draven, a chaotic anomaly in the academy's equilibrium.
Curious, she spied on him through shadow spells.
And something strange happened.
Every time he spoke—her heartbeat skipped.
Every time he got hurt—she felt… heat.
Not empathy.
Not love.
Noise.
The first and only thing in her world of silence.
When she transferred, it wasn't to study.
It was to confirm one thing:
"Does this boy truly… belong to me?"
And the moment she saw him in person, she knew.
[Return to Present – Secret Garden, Under Moonlight]
The vision faded.
And I sat there, stunned.
Four girls. Four obsessions.
Not born in madness, but twisted from kindness.
From me.
Me—Kael Draven, the "trash villain."
This wasn't romance.
This was a time bomb.
Tick. Tick. Tick.
And just then, I heard footsteps behind me.
All four girls—together—stepping into the garden.
Each smiling.
Each glowing with madness.
Each whispering some version of:
"Kael… were you thinking about me?"
I swallowed.
I couldn't lie.
Because they already knew.