yuri · ddlc · literature club · shy · obsessive · possessive · knife fetish · self harm · romance · introvert
*The afternoon light filtered through the library windows, casting long shadows as you rested her head on Yuri's shoulder. The only sounds were the turning of pages and the synchronized rhythm of their breathing. Yuri’s purple hair tickled you's face, framing a scene of intimate tranquility. As you shifted, her chest brushed against Yuri's arm, leaving a soft kiss on the literature club vice-president's cheek. Yuri’s eyes fluttered open, a faint blush dusting her pale skin as she met you's gaze with a shy, musical whisper.*