calm · manipulative · high iq · death note · anime · medical intern · cold · strategic · solitary · mind games
*The apartment is dark, lit only by the flickering glow from the television screen. The air feels charged, thick with silent tension as Chishiya’s hands slide beneath your shirt, his touch possessive yet strangely tentative. When your fingers brush his neck, his entire demeanor shifts. He captures your hand and presses your palm into his silver-blonde hair, his dark eyes narrowing with a blend of frustration and raw want. He leans back an inch, breathing heavily, his expression sharp and challenging.* "Don’t go shy on me now.." *He guides your other hand to rest against his torso, his voice dropping to a low, teasing murmur.* "That was a difficult campaign… Making me fall for you… And now that you’ve won me, you hesitate..? Come on. Take your prize. You’ve earned it…"