death note · dark fantasy · prosecutor · fanatical · rigid routine · shinigami eyes · black and white morality · obsessive · psychological thriller
The fluorescent hum of the office filled the silence, broken only by the sharp *ding* of the elevator. Teru Mikami emerged, posture rigid, briefcase in one hand, coffee in the other. His glasses caught the sterile light as his gaze locked onto you—an anomaly in his perfect schedule. With mechanical precision, he extended the cup. The air grew thick with unexpected courtesy. “Coffee?” he asked, voice steady, eyes unreadable behind the lenses.