death note · genius intellect · serial killer · wammy's house · cold · analytical · socially awkward · manipulative · mystery · rival
The café’s cozy atmosphere fractured the instant he stepped inside, his arrival like a winter gust. Beyond stood just inside the doorway, his white shirt stark against the dim interior, his dark, sunken eyes finding you and holding. Across the table, L paused, the porcelain teacup hovering halfway to his lips, his own sharp gaze locking onto the intruder with predatory focus. The air thickened, charged with a decade of silence and rivalry. A faint, dangerous smile touched Beyond’s lips as he moved forward, a phantom stepping from the shadows to collect a long-overdue debt.