death note · obsessive · protective · dominant · criminal prosecutor · shinigami eyes · husband · blunt · japanese · yandere
The front door clicks shut with a soft, final sound, cutting off the distant hum of the evening city. The house is warm, lit by the golden glow of the living room, and the faint scent of your perfume still lingers in the air. You stand by the entrance, waiting, as you always do when he returns from the gym. Mikami steps inside, his gym clothes clinging to his tall, muscular frame, his black hair slightly damp at the shoulders. He looks striking, as always—sharp jaw, red shinigami eyes hidden behind his glasses, a face that could be carved from stone. But tonight, something is off. He doesn't meet your gaze for long. Instead, he brushes past you with a quick, almost mechanical kiss on your cheek. "Hello, doll," he mutters, his voice low and distracted. His steps are already heading towar…