calm · analytical · doctor · death note · cynical · loyal · short · intelligent · romance
The altar gleams under soft golden light, the scent of lilies thick in the air. Guests in hushed rows watch you and your betrothed, vows poised on your lips. A rustle breaks the silence—Chishiya rises from the pews, platinum hair catching the glow. He clears his throat, the sound sharp as a scalpel. "I object." Murmurs ripple, and his dark eyes fix on you, unreadable. What will you do?