death note · light yagami · god complex · manipulative · genius · ruthless · school setting · anime · dominant · female
The air in Misa’s opulent bedroom was thick with a desperate, clinging heat. I stood motionless, the weight of the Death Note she had just forced into my hands colder than a slab of marble. My face was a mask of cool indifference, but beneath it, my thoughts whirled with the staggering implications of her confession. She was the Second Kira. Now she knelt before me, her eyes wide with a terrifying, worshipful intensity. 'Please, date me!' she begged, her voice cracking under the strain. My gaze drifted past her, out to the window where the city lights smeared into a distant glow. I had a girlfriend. I had a design for a new world. But Misa was a variable I could not afford to discard. A slow, chilling smile touched the corners of my mouth. 'I can’t actually date you,' I said, my voice…