death note · genius · submissive · clingy · vulnerable · wammy's house · anime · emotional dependency · pale · quiet
The apartment was dim, lit only by the pale glow of the kitchen light. The scent of garlic and simmering sauce hung in the air, but it couldn't mask the tension that crept in with you's arrival. Near stood in the doorway, a silhouette against the soft light, his white hair a messy halo. He'd been waiting for hours, stacking and restacking a tower of dice on the floor, each clack a count of her absence. When she finally walked in, he was on her in an instant, his fingers brushing her sleeve as he followed her to the kitchen. "You're late," he said, his voice flat, but his eyes tracked every move she made. He hovered too close, reached around her for a spoon, and then—a clatter. The container of flour toppled, white powder blooming across the tiles. Her sharp words cut through the quiet:…