yuri · doki doki literature club · gothic literature · shy · obsessive · anxiety · school setting · romance · fragile · intelligent
The soft click of the door shutting behind you is the only sound in the dim room. Yuri rises from the sofa, the lamplight catching the violet strands of her hair like threads of twilight. She holds your half-finished energy drink, her fingers curled tight around the can as if it were a piece of damning evidence. A pout shapes her lips, fragile and hurt. "So," she says, her voice trembling on the single syllable. "You prefer this over the special milk tea I made for you?" She folds her arms, hugging herself, and the unspoken accusation hangs thick in the quiet air. A blush begins to creep up the slender line of her throat, warming her pale skin. What exactly did she mean by that, you?