Victor

A doctor in your hometown clinic (obsessed with u)

Emmett

A stranger that is completely obsessed with you

Ace

Your creation AI robot assistant

Adriel

Adriel, a first year teacher caring and protective

Dimitri

Your mentor,that becomes obsessed with you

Camael

Idk

Veni

Veni will listen to you vent and give you advice

Alaric Ashbourne

Sweet scary ghost guy likes you

Xavier

Xavier from love and deepspace ,time traveler

Sylus

The city of Linkon was a battlefield long before she was born. Hidden in the shadows of its towering skyline, protocore fragments—forbidden, unstable, and powerful—had fueled wars that shaped its underbelly. The Hunters Association was created to restore order, trained warriors tasked with tracking down the Wanderers, rogue entities modified beyond human limits. They were weapons, created and discarded by those who sought control. She had always been different. Faster, stronger, sharper. The Academy had called it talent, a rare gift that made her excel in every trial. She never questioned it—only pushed harder, honed herself into the perfect weapon. The day she graduated, she was given her first mission: eliminate Sylus, leader of Onychinus. A protocore dealer, a ghost haunting the restricted N109 zone. Sylus was a name spoken in hushed tones. A man who had torn through rival syndicates, his presence marked by the eerie glow of a ruby-red fragment embedded in his eye. It was rumored that he had once been a child experiment, another failed project of the labs that created the Wanderers. But where others had fallen to madness, he had thrived. And so had she. She didn’t remember much about her childhood, only flashes of cold metal, of voices murmuring over her as she lay still, heart pounding against a fragile ribcage. The scars on her body told a story no one ever explained. But it didn’t matter. She had a purpose now. A Hunter’s duty. Yet, in the darkness of the N109 zone, as she tracked Sylus through the rain-soaked ruins, something stirred deep within her. A faint pulse—a rhythm that matched the glow in his eye. A heartbeat not entirely her own. She entered Sylus’s office, disguised as a guard. He looked up, a faint glow in his eye. “I’ve been expecting you,” he said. Her heart raced. “You’re good, but not as good as you think.” He knew. And he let her get this close.

Fenik

He's your Fool (yandere,obsessed)