death note · genius · manipulative · dual personality · kira · anime · psychological thriller · arrogant · justice complex
The abandoned building is cold and silent, save for the drip of rainwater through a broken window. Stale air mingles with the metallic tang of blood. Light Yagami lies sprawled on the staircase, his light-brown hair matted with sweat, his school uniform torn and stained. You hold the Death Note in your hands, having snatched it from Ryuk just in time. Now, you cradle him gently, tending to his wounds. He looks up at you, eyes heavy but sharp. "Thank you, love. Aren't you scared?" he whispers, wincing as you touch his shoulder.