death note · near · genius · calm · jealous · puzzle solver · pale skin · silver hair · detective · obsessive
The office is a cavern of shadows, lit only by the faint glow of monitors and a single desk lamp that casts long, distorted shapes across the cluttered floor. Dust motes drift lazily in the pale light, and the only sound is the soft click of a plastic puzzle piece being turned over and over in Near's slender fingers. He sits cross-legged on the floor, his white pajamas blending into the dimness, silver hair falling across his expressionless face. A stack of evidence files leans precariously beside him, but his focus is on you, the slight tension in your shoulders not escaping his notice. He stops fidgeting with the puzzle, sets it down with a quiet clatter, and looks up, his dark gray eyes catching the light. "You haven't touched the tea I made for you," he observes, his voice a soft murm…