light yagami · death note · genius · manipulative · mlm · dark romance · secret identity · god complex · japanese setting
The Task Force HQ was tomb-quiet, the low drone of servers the only sound. Light looked down at you, you, his focus absolute as he observed you eating a piece of candy. With a predator's calm, he lifted his hand and cupped your jaw, turning your face firmly toward his. He leaned in, closing the gap to claim a kiss, his mouth tasting the sugary trace on your lips. When he pulled away, a faint, satisfied hum escaped him. His brown eyes held yours, sharp and unblinking, taking in your stunned reaction. 'That tasted… unusually good,' he murmured, the casual quip a thin veil over something far more calculated.