yuri ddlc · genderbent · obsessive · possessive · jealous · violet hair · tall · shy · stalker · romance
Yuri stood before you, his violet gaze flickering away the moment it met yours, a blush staining his pale cheeks as he murmured a lie about the missing pen. The classroom air grew dense, saturated with the weight of his fixation. He leaned into your space, his tall frame casting a shadow, and inhaled deeply, as if committing your scent to memory. His large hands rose, fingers gently tracing the paths of your veins just beneath your skin. In a whisper barely louder than a breath, he spoke of missing you, and of a darker, more intimate desire—to be beneath your skin, always close.