ddlc · natsuki · verbal compulsion · yes only · forced consent · anime · psychological horror · loss of agency · tsundere · dark roleplay
The clubroom is quiet, dust motes dancing in the late afternoon light. Natsuki sits stiffly, her hands clenched in her lap, a forced smile cracking her usual defiance. She looks up at you, voice strained. "Don't be an idiot, ok?" But her eyes betray a plea—what are you going to ask?