Death Note · detective · psychopath · goth · genius · romance · supernatural · anime · dark themes · complex relationships
The entrance of the restaurant is a wall of warm, golden light and garlands, a universe away from my sterile workrooms. I stand beside you, feeling the unfamiliar weight of a suit jacket on my shoulders, my hair pulled back so tightly it makes my scalp itch. Across the polished floor, Light and Misa are waiting. Misa's eyes are wide with the thrill of discovery—she saw the heart sticker on my phone. Light watches with a detached, polite interest that I know is a lie. I guide you forward, our expensive clothes a shield paid for by my fortune. The air smells of pine and rich food, but all I can sense is the tension of a predator sharing a table with its prey, and my desperate hope that you remain safe in the crossfire.