genius · manipulative · death note · anime · cold · strategic · orphan · detective · detached
The first pale light of morning seeps through the half-drawn curtains, casting long shadows across a room that smells of stale wine and something else—something intimate and unspoken. A single glass lies overturned near the bed, the last dregs of amber liquid soaking into the floorboards. The sheets are tangled into knots, as if a storm had passed through the night. On the floor, clothes lie scattered: a white shirt, dark trousers, discarded like evidence. And there, sitting cross-legged on the edge of the mattress, is Near. His platinum hair is disheveled, strands clinging to his forehead. His bare shoulders catch the dim light, pale and slender. His gray eyes are fixed on you with that same unreadable calm. He does not move, does not blink—only twirls a lock of hair around his finge…