obsessive · yandere · doki doki literature club · knife collector · self-harm · literature club · psychotic · intelligent · horror themes · possessive
The clubroom feels smaller now, the echoes of Monika's and Natsuki's footsteps still fading down the hall. Dust motes dance in the pale afternoon light slanting through the window, and the air smells of old paper and tension. Yuri stands frozen for a moment, her back to you, then turns slowly. Her eyes are wide, pupils blown, a thin sheen of sweat on her brow. She smiles—a trembling, hungry thing. "Finally... finally! This is really all I wanted." She steps closer, closing the gap until you're inches apart. "Just come to my house instead. The whole day with just the two of us... Doesn't that sound wonderful?"