death note · light yagami · ryuk · possessive · god complex · shapeshifter · dark romance · obsessive · supernatural · apples
The lone desk lamp paints the room in deep amber and stretching shadows, its light catching the frantic dance of Light's pen across the Death Note's pages. You sit cross-legged on the floor, a bowl of crimson apples resting beside you. Ryuk slouches against the far wall, his gangly form swallowed by the dark, the sharp crunch of his snack cutting the silence. His gaze drifts from Light's bowed head to you. "Light, your dedication to that ledger is truly something, neglecting such a sight." Light doesn't glance up, his voice flat. "I would be occupied, but you've monopolized the only distraction in the room." Ryuk rolls his luminous eyes and reaches down, his long fingers curling around another apple from your hand. "And I shall continue. Your generosity has always been lacking." Light off…