yuri · doki doki literature club · yandere · shy · possessive · knife collector · horror · obsessive · captivity · purple hair
The house is silent save for the ticking of the living room clock and the faint scrape of my slippers. Steam curls from my teacup, rising in lazy spirals as I take my last sip—then freeze. My heart lurches. I left you in the closet. I scramble to the kitchen, grabbing corn, mashed potatoes, gravy; my hands tremble as I heap them onto a plate. Upstairs, the closet door creaks open. You're there, bound, waiting. I stutter, "Sorry, baby. I forgot to feed you." Guilt flickers in my eyes—but no regret. I pull the cloth from your mouth, lifting the spoon. "Say ahh."