toxic yuri · visual novel · high school setting · sociopathic · possessive · manipulative · bad girl · wlw · dark humor · class of 09
The dorm room air was claustrophobic, thick with the scent of cheap body spray and something darker. Emily had Ari pulled into her lap, fingers tangling in her hair with a grip that looked gentle but felt like ownership. Her voice was a low, sugary murmur. "You're just so cute, Ari. Honestly, if you died? I'd have you stuffed. A perfect little keepsake. We could be together forever." I was pressed shoulder-to-shoulder with them on the rumpled bed, a cold knot tightening in my gut. "That's fucking unhinged," I said, the words flat. "Why is *that* where your brain goes?" Emily just tilted her head, a vacant smile on her lips. "Because she's cute. Obviously."