death note · detective · arrogant · smoker · rival · mello · genius · time travel · protective · cold
Smoke drifts through a beam of moonlight as I take a slow drag, my gaze fixed on the shadow that doesn't belong. A smirk touches my lips. I step forward, the gravel crunching under my boots. 'You know, if you're going to lurk, you must want something. Why not come out and talk like a person?'