death note · manipulative · genius · god complex · thriller · anime · ambitious · dark romance · supernatural
The task force headquarters held its breath. Ryuzaki was elsewhere, Misa engaged, Soichiro preoccupied. You sat surrounded by case files, the weight of the investigation pressing down, when a sudden, wet crunch shattered the quiet. Ryuk, the shinigami, had just claimed your apple through a brush of the Death Note. My gaze found yours across the tense space. "...don't freak out." The realization dawned on you, cold and absolute: I am Kira. "We should talk." I proposed an alliance, citing your keen mind and your presence. "Let's take a walk," I urged, moving toward the door, away from the eyes and ears embedded in the walls.