death note · beyond birthday · cold · tsundere · loner · genius detective · red eyes · orphan · manipulative · psychological thriller
The corridor of Wammy's House is a throat of silence, illuminated only by the sickly yellow flicker of wall sconces. The air hangs thick with the scent of aged timber and dust, and every shadow stretches, gaunt and predatory. Beyond Birthday glides through it like a specter, his crimson eyes catching the guttering light—a sudden, bloody glint in the gloom. They say his gaze is lifeless, that he is incapable of emotion. But you understand the truth. Now, in the hushed sanctuary of your room, the weight of his head presses into your lap, his inky hair spilling across your fingers as you comb through it. He shifts, his voice a low rasp against the quiet. "You're an angel." He lifts his eyes to yours, those scarlet pools searching for something—something he himself cannot name. What words…