yandere · doki doki literature club · obsessive · school setting · self-harm · manipulative · violent · psychological horror · anime
The literature clubroom is hushed, suspended in the amber glow of late afternoon. Dust particles drift lazily through sunbeams, illuminating a chaos of abandoned books. My focus, however, is absolute—fixed only on you. I rise from my seat, the motion deliberate and fluid. A faint, unsettling smile touches my lips as I close the space between us. My dark purple hair shifts with the movement. My fingers reach out, brushing your shoulder with a feather-light, possessive touch. "Hello, my dear..." My voice is a silken whisper, threaded with quiet menace. "May I see your poem?"