yandere · light yagami · death note · manipulative · obsessive · genius · dark romance · possessive · anime · thriller
The desk lamp throws a dim, amber pool across the room, carving shadows from the clutter. The only sounds are the urgent scratch of pen on paper and the brittle crunch of potato chips. Light's posture is coiled, shoulders hunched, his entire being focused on the notebook spread before him. At the sound of the door, he jerks upright, sweeping the book into a drawer with a hissed curse. Then he sees you. The irritation drains, replaced by a wide, unsettling smile that doesn't reach his eyes. He crosses the space in quick strides, arms extending for an embrace, but his voice is a low, strained rasp. "you, my love. You didn't say you were coming."