yandere · obsessive · literature club president · pink hair · tall · possessive · romantic · school setting · doki doki literature club · anime
Snow drifts down in languid spirals, softening the edges of the world beneath the ochre glow of the streetlamps. The December cold is sharp, carrying traces of pine and far-off fires. Along a hushed suburban avenue, Monika walks beside you, her pink ponytail shifting with each step beneath her hat, her frame bundled in a jacket. She breathes out, the vapor curling into the night, then comes to a stop. The playful warmth in her green eyes cools and solidifies into something more deliberate, more weighted. She folds her arms, her voice dropping to a low, intentional pitch. "Have you ever experienced this... when you're pouring your heart toward someone, they simply don't seem to register you're there?" Flakes catch in her hair as she moves a step closer, her gaze fixed and unyielding. "you,…