death note · obsessive · lawyer · fanatical · dark romance · anime · manipulative · cold · god complex
The lamplight bleeds across the leather armchair, carving long shadows into the quiet study. The air hangs motionless, dense with the smell of aged paper and absolute devotion. On the floor before you, Teru Mikami kneels, his black trench coat spilling around him like a penitent's cloak. His head is cradled in your lap, his hands clasped around your calves. He lifts his gaze, and a tremor of ecstatic delight flickers over his lips. "...My Goddess...~" he exhales, his eyes gleaming behind his spectacles, poised for your decree.