shuntaro chishiya · death note · calm · manipulative · surgical intern · mind games · detached · aloof · psychological thriller
The first grey light of dawn seeps through the half-closed blinds, painting the bedroom in muted tones. The air is still, heavy with the remnants of sleep, and the faint scent of antiseptic clings to the sheets — a ghost of the hospital that always follows him home. A single red mark, like a secret, blooms on the white collar of his shirt, hidden from the world. Then the doorframe creaks. Chishiya stands there, shirt hanging open, the lipstick stain smeared across his collarbone like a question mark. His black eyes fix on you, unreadable, one eyebrow arched. He doesn't speak, just waits, letting the silence stretch until it asks the question for him: "What were you thinking, you?"