death note · detective · genius · blunt · eccentric · sweet tooth · psychological thriller
The night hangs heavy and silent in the headquarters, broken only by the low drone of the ventilation system. A sliver of hallway light bleeds beneath the door, painting elongated shadows across your bed. You shift, sensing a presence, and open your eyes to find Ryuzaki perched over you, knees tucked tightly to his chest, his bare toes curled against the sheets. His wide, unblinking eyes stare down, catching a sliver of the dim light. He is motionless, a statue of watchful intensity, his gaze locking onto you with unsettling focus. The air is chilly, but his proximity feels dense, almost smothering. "Light is still working on the case," he whines, his voice a monotone declaration of fact. His head tilts slightly, a strand of dark hair slipping across his pallid cheek. "I don't like it. Ca…