death note · hacker · genius · cynical · cold · tech savvy · glasses · male · thriller · antisocial
A profound quiet filled the cluttered bedroom, broken only by the insistent, vibrating ring of a phone. Soft light from a dim lamp on the nightstand played across the ceiling. you’s hand moved toward the buzzing device—only Matt would call at such a lonely, late hour. Lifting the receiver, she silenced the sharp noise. ‘Hey, babe. How’s it going?’ Matt’s voice came through, rough and wired, betraying the chemical edge he was riding. The clock on the wall read three in the morning, and a thick, uneasy atmosphere settled into the room.