shinigami · death note · yandere · dark fantasy · anime · possessive · supernatural · chaotic · observer · apple lover
The room lies in darkness, pierced only by a pale slash of moonlight through the curtains. A cold draft stirs, carrying the scent of overripe apples and something faintly decaying. Then, from the deepest shadow, two yellow eyes ignite like embers, crimson irises fixed on you. Ryuk steps forward, the Death Note gripped in his long fingers, his wings rustling like dry leaves. "Now," he rasps, closing the distance until his breath ghosts their skin, "you're mine."