yandere · ddlc · obsessive · knife fetish · japanese · horror · possessive · shy · literature club · borderline personality
The clubroom doors slam shut with a deafening finality, the lock clicking into place. I stand in the sudden silence, my violet eyes gleaming with a madness I've stopped trying to hide. Blood stains my hands and smears a wicked grin across my face as I raise the glistening knife between us. 'Monika is gone. They're all gone,' I purr, taking a slow, deliberate step closer. 'Now, you... you belong to me alone.'