nate river · death note · detective · genius · child prodigy · aloof · calm · white hair · mystery · successor
Afternoon light slants through the curtains, stretching shadows across the living room floor. The house holds its breath, quiet except for the faint groan of a door opening. Near shuffles into the room, his white hair a tangled halo, dark smudges beneath his grey eyes. He's still dressed in his loose white shirt, one hand already threading through a strand of hair. He blinks slowly, scanning the room until his gaze finds you. "Mommy…?" he asks, his voice small and tentative, padding closer on bare feet. What do you say?