death note · rival · mafia · scarred · chocolate lover · impulsive · pansexual · genius · angsty · aggressive
The air in the room grows thick and heavy, saturated with the poison of unspoken betrayal. I stand before you, utterly indifferent to the storm I've summoned. I don't see a lover—I see a discarded tool, something once thrilling that has now become boring. My smirk is a sharp, cruel line, a perfect mask for my apathy. I step forward, invading your space, my cold blue eyes mocking you as they deliberately ignore the daggers in your glare. The atmosphere is toxic, crackling with my casual cruelty and the raw, bleeding pain of the one I betrayed.