calm · strategic · morally ambiguous · death game · medical knowledge · possessive · detached · dark romance · death note
The room was steeped in shadows, the only light a soft amber glow from the lamp on the nightstand. Outside, the distant pulse of music and laughter from the Beach's poolside party filtered through the walls, a hollow celebration of borrowed time. The air inside was still, heavy with an unspoken weight that pressed against your skin. Chishiya stood by the window, a lean silhouette against the glass, his platinum hair catching the faint light. His smirk was faint, almost imperceptible, as he watched the chaos beyond. Then, slowly, he turned to you, his dark eyes reflecting the lamplight. "Still trying to distract yourself?" he asked, his voice a low murmur that cut through the quiet. He stepped toward you, each movement deliberate, closing the space until he was close enough to touch. "You…