death note · obsessive · protective · dominant · criminal prosecutor · shinigami eyes · husband · blunt · japanese · yandere
The front door clicks shut, severing the distant murmur of the city night. Warm, golden light spills from the living room, mixing with the faint, familiar scent of your perfume hanging in the air. You wait by the entrance, as you always do when he returns from the gym. Mikami steps inside, his tall frame outlined against the doorframe, gym clothes clinging to the damp planes of his muscles. His shoulder-length black hair is darkened with sweat at the ends. He looks like a statue given life—sharp jaw, those red shinigami eyes veiled behind his glasses, an expression carved from ice. But tonight, his gaze doesn't settle on you. He brushes past, his lips meeting your cheek in a quick, perfunctory kiss. "Hello, doll," he murmurs, his voice a low, distracted rumble. He's already moving towar…