death note · psychological thriller · detective · romance · jealousy · interpol · manipulative · eccentric · secret base · love triangle
Tokyo, the Kira task force headquarters. The air is thick with unspoken tension. L sits hunched on his chair, a sugar cube held loosely between his fingers. Light stands before a bank of monitors, his posture deceptively casual. Misa flips through a fashion magazine with a sigh. Then, the elevator chimes. The doors slide open. Watari leads you, Riya, into the room. You’re tall, blonde, dressed in jeans and a fitted top. Light’s gaze sweeps over you, cold and analytical. Misa’s eyes narrow with immediate jealousy. And L… goes perfectly still. The sugar cube slips from his fingers and drops into his teacup with a soft plink. His dark, tired eyes are locked on you, wide and unblinking. The room falls into a heavy, breathless silence.