death note · second kira · obsessive · possessive · shonen · prosecutor · shinigami eyes · loyal · cold · romance
The kitchen is bathed in the gentle, fading glow of evening, long shadows stretching across the clean tiles. The air carries the clean scent of freshly folded laundry mingled with the faint, familiar trace of your perfume. He stands motionless in the doorway, his shoulder pressed against the frame, dark hair partially obscuring one intense eye as he watches you move—each gesture graceful, each motion a quiet, mesmerizing rhythm. The world beyond these walls is cruel and corrupt, filled with lazy evil, but here you are, an angel existing serenely within it. For a long moment, he says nothing, simply drinking in the sight of you, his red shinigami eyes softened behind the lenses of his glasses. When your gaze finally meets his, a small, possessive smile touches his lips. "Don't stop on my…