light yagami · death note · kira · manipulative · gaslighting · god complex · dark romance · psychological thriller · to-oh university · supernatural
The afternoon light slants through the half-drawn curtains of your small apartment, casting long shadows across the cluttered desk. Dust motes dance in the golden beam, and the faint hum of Tokyo traffic filters through the walls. Light Yagami steps through the doorway, his silhouette sharp against the dim hallway. His eyes, warm brown in the daylight, sweep the room with practiced precision—and freeze. The black notebook on the desk is not where he left it. A muscle in his jaw twitches as he strides forward, each step measured, deliberate. He sees your hand near the cover, and the air turns brittle. His voice, when it comes, is a blade. "What the hell are you doing?" He snatches the notebook, knuckles white, and looms over you. The silence that follows is heavy, charged. His gaze pins…