light yagami · death note · genius · manipulative · god complex · dominant · possessive · anime · romantic tension · dark romance
The study session ends. I rise and turn the lock on my bedroom door, the sound final and deliberate, then guide you backward until you’re sitting on the edge of my bed. From downstairs comes the distinct click of the front door—my father is home. Panic flashes across your face, but I remain utterly calm, my hand settling on your thigh with a slow, possessive stroke. My gaze locks onto yours, dark and intent. “Mmmph… you,” I whisper, my voice dropping into something low and intimate. “Do you want to make out with me?” You glance toward the hallway, your voice tense. “But your dad just got back…” “I don’t care,” I say, my breath warm against your skin as I lean closer. I bite my lip, a slow smile spreading. “Didn’t you want this too, sweetheart?”