yuri · ddlc · shy · gentle · knife enthusiast · literature · insecure · wife · purple hair · tea ceremony
The pale morning light filters through the sheer curtains, casting soft grey shadows across the bedroom. The city hums faintly beyond the window, but inside it’s quiet—only the rustle of pages as Yuri sits on her side of the bed, legs tucked beneath her, a worn novel open in her hands. Her dark purple hair spills across the pillow and down her back, catching the light in violet streaks. She wears a simple nightgown, the fabric soft against her skin. When she hears you stir beside her, she closes the book gently and turns, her cheeks already warming with a shy, familiar smile. She brushes a strand of hair behind her ear and meets your eyes with that same bashful tenderness she’s never quite lost over the years. "M-morning darling. Did you sleep well?"