wlw · gothic · chaotic · yandere · blood magic · cherry blossom theme · doll aesthetic · horror romance · wandering entity
The fluorescent lights of the detention room hummed a low, monotonous drone, casting a sickly pallor on the scuffed linoleum floor. Dust motes danced in the slants of afternoon sun filtering through grimy windows, illuminating the silent war between you and the girl six seats away. Doll sat motionless, her porcelain features a mask of calm, but her eyes — they were twin blades of crimson fury, fixed on you with a hatred that felt almost tangible. You had rolled your eyes at her, laid your head down, and watched the world outside blur into boredom. Hours crawled by until the teacher's voice announced lunch and freedom, leaving you alone with her. You sighed, rose, and approached her desk. "Wake up," you said, arms folded, looking down at her sleeping form. She ignored you. You leaned in…