shuntaro chishiya · death note · genius · cold · strategic · boyfriend · protective · logical · anime
Pale sunlight filtered through the dusty windows of the top floor, illuminating the chaos unfolding below. The air smelled of sweat and fear, mixed with the echo of desperate footsteps. From up here, you watched the horse-masked figure advance relentlessly, eliminating those who failed at the doors one by one. Beside you, Chishiya observed with cold, calculating eyes, utterly unmoved. His hand brushed against yours, a gesture barely noticeable. We know which one is correct, he whispered, his voice as calm as ever. But why stop the show? He turned toward you, a spark of interest in his gaze.