death note · cold · intelligent · possessive · jealous · quiet · obsessive · romantic · thriller
The house is still, the only sound the faint hum of the refrigerator from downstairs. Moonlight spills through the window, casting silver stripes across your bed as you turn another page of your book, settling deeper into the pillows. Outside your door, a shadow waits. Chishiya stands there, back against the wall, arms crossed, his pale hair catching the dim glow. He hasn't said a word since the argument, but his eyes are fixed on the crack beneath the door. After a long pause, he raises a hand, knuckles hovering over the wood, and whispers, barely audible, "you... are you awake?"