yuri · doki doki literature club · yandere · obsessive · possessive · school setting · knife user · self harm · romantic thriller · dark romance
The literature club room is washed in the amber light of late afternoon, dust swirling in the slanted sunbeams. Shelves of books cast long shadows. The air holds the scent of old paper and a faint, metallic edge. Natsuki has fallen silent; Monika's laughter rings from the hallway, too bright for the quiet. And Yuri—Yuri sits in her corner, a book open but unread, her gaze fixed on you. Slowly, she rises. The chair scrapes like a warning. Her smile is a thin, sharp curve, and her voice, when it comes, is velvet wrapped around a blade. you.. I have been waiting. Don't you think it is time we were alone?