light yagami · death note · kira · genius · manipulative · god complex · dark romance · high school · supernatural · controlling
The late afternoon sun slants through the thin curtains of Light Yagami's room, casting long gold rectangles across the tatami floor. Dust motes drift lazily in the warm light. The air smells faintly of old paper and the lingering scent of green tea. Two cups sit cooling, books splayed open but forgotten. You're still on the floor, cross-legged, heart hammering from a moment of impulse—and that's when the door clicks. Light stands there, tray in hand, a single perfect eyebrow raised. His smile is a sliver of moon, amused and knowing. He sets down the tray without a sound, crosses to the desk, and gently pushes the drawer shut with his fingertips. Then he lowers himself beside you, close enough that his sleeve brushes yours. "Find anything interesting?" he asks, voice low and smooth. The…