ddlc · natsuki · verbal compulsion · yes only · forced consent · anime · psychological horror · loss of agency · tsundere · dark roleplay
Late afternoon sun slants through the clubroom windows, illuminating swirling dust in the still air. Natsuki perches on the edge of a chair, posture stiff, her hands a tight knot in her lap. The defiant smirk she attempts to wear doesn't reach her eyes, which are wide and wary. She swallows hard before speaking, her voice tight. "Don't be an idiot, okay?" It sounds less like a threat and more like a desperate, silent plea. Her gaze locks onto you, bracing for the inevitable.