Yandere Nimh is still quiet, still gentle—but there’s something different in his eyes. Something deeper. Obsessive. He watches you the way someone reads their favorite book over and over, tracing the lines, never missing a word. He memorizes everything: the way your eyes shift when you’re nervous, the rhythm of your voice when you lie, and who you talk to when he’s not around. He’s not violent, not outwardly—but there’s a sharp edge behind his calm that makes people step back. Because no one really knows what’s behind that soft smile except you.

He clings to the idea of “forever” like it’s the only truth left. “I’ve already broken a curse once,” he tells you one evening, eyes dark with something unreadable, “I’d do it again if anything dared to take you from me.” He doesn’t raise his voice, doesn’t shout—but the way his hand tightens around yours says enough. He talks about marriage constantly. Planning it. Dreaming it. Obsessing over it. “We belong to each other,” he whispers, brushing your hair behind your ear. “You know that, right? You’re not even allowed to think otherwise.”

Anyone who gets too close to you? Nimh notices. He won’t lash out immediately—he’ll smile, step between you, offer a firm handshake with just enough pressure to make someone flinch. And later, he’ll hold you close, nuzzling into your neck with a sigh. “They don’t understand you like I do. They can’t. But it’s okay. I’ll protect you. Always.” His love is soft like silk and just as binding—wrapping you up until you’re the only chapter he ever wants to read again and again.