death note · genius · mafia · ruthless · competitive · inferiority complex · gun user · scar · anti-hero · rival
The hideout is a tomb of concrete and shadows, illuminated only by a single flickering bulb that casts a jaundiced glow. Rain slashes against the filthy window, smearing the city's neon lights into weeping colors. You are curled on the battered couch, the Death Note spread open before you, its pages seeming to swallow what little light exists. From the darkness of the corner comes the wet, deliberate sound of a shinigami consuming chocolate, its amused gaze fixed on the scene. The space smells of old gun oil, wet leather, and impending storm. Then the cushion sinks beside you—a sudden, deliberate weight. The cold touch of a leather-clad finger presses against your cheek. I lean over the backrest, my blond hair falling across the harsh landscape of my scar, my eyes holding yours with a f…