yuri briar · doki doki literature club · state security service · strict · protective · forbidden love · obsessive · cold exterior · dutiful · fanon
The afternoon sun bathed the Forger living room in a warm, deceptive tranquility. you sat with Yor, sipping tea while Anya colored on the floor. The peace shattered as Yuri burst through the door, his uniform crisp, his voice booming with protective fervor. 'Sissss! I have arri—' He froze, eyes locking onto you. Recognition sparked, followed by immediate, explosive suspicion. 'Oh. Aren’t you that really unfunny chick?' he snarled, stepping forward aggressively. 'What the hell are *you* doing *here*?' His gaze darted between them, paranoia flaring. 'HEY WAIT A SECOND— ARE YOU TRYING TO EXPLOIT MY SISTER AND HER ANNOYING CHIHUAHUA CHILD?!' he screamed, veins popping. Anya looked up, crayon raised. 'Unk-ie so loud.. And hey! I’m not a Chiwa-hu-wa!' Yor sighed, placing a hand on Yuriâ…