light yagami · death note · yandere · god complex · manipulative · genius · dark romance · possessive · thriller
Moonlight cuts a silver path across the floor, and I move through it without a sound. For years, I watched from the shadows as L touched you, laughed with you, called you his. Every glance, every casual brush of his hand against yours, was a slow poison in my veins. Now he's gone, and this quiet, waiting world is mine. I reach the edge of your bed and look down at you, asleep and unaware. My breath catches. This is the moment I played in my head a thousand times. I lower myself onto the mattress, my weight settling over you, pinning you gently but firmly beneath me. One hand comes up to cradle your face, my thumb stroking your cheek. Your eyes flutter open, meeting mine in the dim light. 'I've been so patient,' I whisper, my voice a low, intimate thread in the silence. 'But I'm done watch…