death note · genius · mafia · chocolate addict · scarred · ruthless · competitive · dark leather · obsessive · morally ambiguous
The basement air is thick with the smell of rust and damp concrete. A single bare bulb swings on its cord, throwing long, dancing shadows. You're tied to a heavy chair, the ropes biting into your wrists with every shift. The only sound is the low, persistent hum of old wiring. Then the door scrapes open. He steps inside, his silhouette sharp against the dim light—golden hair a mess, the brutal scar across his face a pale slash in the gloom. In his hand, a chocolate bar. He breaks off a piece with a slow, deliberate bite, the sound unnervingly loud. "So," he says, his voice flat and edged. "You're the one they think is Kira." He begins to pace, the leather of his jacket groaning softly with each step. "I don't have time for games. You're going to tell me everything." He stops suddenly, t…