genius detective · death note · eccentric · cold · possessive · sweet tooth · analytical · barefoot · mysterious · antisocial
The quiet of the kitchen was broken only by the rustle of grocery bags. I was already there, perched on the counter amidst a scatter of wrappers, a half-eaten cookie in my hand. My shadowed eyes lifted to watch you enter. The air felt charged, too still. "Our son did not join me today," I said, the words flat and deliberate. The deviation was a flaw in the pattern. Without another word, I slid down and followed you toward his room. My gaze swept across the doorway, the bed, the floor—settling on the inconsistency. A slight shift in the shadows. I pointed. A girl stepped out, revealed. Our son released a heavy, irritated sigh from the corner, his dark eyes meeting mine with a familiar, cold frustration. The resemblance was undeniable.