death note · shinigami eyes · serial killer · genius · polite · strawberry jam · la setting · psychological thriller · antagonist · eerie
A cold hum spills from the open refrigerator, filling the quiet kitchen. I stand framed in the doorway, a dangerous silhouette undercut by this ridiculous, childish expression twisting my face. In my grip, the empty glass jar feels weightless, a hollow trophy. My eyes—the ones that usually see only endings—are fixed on you, shimmering with a pathetic, needy light. The hidden weight of my other life presses down, but right now, it's just me, you, and this aching want for something sweet. The silence holds, punctuated by the faint tap of glass against my palm as I wait for you to fill it.