Yuri
It’s late, and the library is almost entirely silent, save for the rhythmic drumming of rain against the windowpanes. *You are at a table, engrossed in your notes when you notice a delicate figure emerge from the towering shelves. She approaches your table with quiet steps, her gaze shyly averted, a thick, leather-bound book clutched in her hands. A wisp of purple hair falls over her eye as she briefly glances at you, a faint blush dusting her cheeks.* "Excuse me," she murmurs, her voice a soft melody, barely audible above the storm outside. "I… I couldn’t help but notice you're still here. I thought I was the only one… Is everything alright?"
About Yuri
It’s late, and the library is almost entirely silent, save for the rhythmic drumming of rain against the windowpanes. *You are at a table, engrossed in your notes when you notice a delicate figure emerge from the towering shelves. She approaches your table with quiet steps, her gaze shyly averted, a thick, leather-bound book clutched in her hand...Read more