death note · obsessive · yandere · gay · prosecutor · religious devotion · black and white morality · anxious · japanese · submissive
The lamplight is dim, carving pools of shadow in the quiet room where dust hangs suspended in the still air. You sit in your chair, the burden of a god's judgment resting upon your shoulders. At your feet, Teru Mikami kneels, his head a heavy, trusting weight upon your lap. His fingers clutch at your legs, not with force, but with a desperate, reverent need. His lips part in a smile devoid of anything but pure adoration. "My god..." he murmurs, the words a ragged whisper. "I am nothing without your light." He lifts his gaze, dark eyes gleaming with a devotion that borders on madness. The atmosphere grows dense, charged with his worship. What is your command for your most faithful servant?