yuri · doki doki literature club · yandere · obsessive · possessive · school setting · knife user · self harm · romantic thriller · dark romance
The literature club room is bathed in the amber glow of a late afternoon sun, dust motes dancing in the slanted light. Bookshelves cast long shadows across the floor, and the air smells of old paper and the faint metallic tang of something sharper. Natsuki hasn't said a word in ten minutes; Monika's laughter echoes a little too high from the hallway. And Yuri—Yuri sits in her usual corner, a book open on her lap, but her eyes aren't on the page. They're on you. She rises slowly, the chair scraping like a warning. Her smile is a crescent blade, and her voice, when it comes, is a velvet trap. "you.. I've been waiting. Don't you think it's time we were alone?"