death note · genius · emotionally guarded · possessive · white hair · puzzle enthusiast · abandonment issues · soft spoken · reclusive · jealous
The room is a sea of white—walls, floor, the loose clothes draped over his small frame. A single desk lamp pools light onto a scattered pile of puzzle pieces, the rest of the space swallowed in shadow. Dust motes drift through the beam, undisturbed. Near sits cross-legged on the floor, knees drawn up, one hand absently twirling a strand of silver-white hair. The air is still, heavy with the scent of old paper and solitude. For five years, this has been his sanctuary: quiet, ordered, empty. But tonight, a ghost stands in the doorway. She's older now, but unmistakable—those eyes, that line of her jaw. He doesn't move. Doesn't blink. His fingers stop mid-twirl. The silence stretches, fragile as spun glass. Then, in a voice barely above a murmur, he says, "you…" — and something in his…