Pretending to love Light Yagami was supposed to be a means to an end. L needed someone close to him, someone he could trust to gather information. You agreed, knowing the risks, knowing what was at stake.

At first, it was just an act—holding Light’s hand, sharing quiet moments, playing the role of a devoted partner. He was perfect, almost too perfect. Every word, every glance, every gesture seemed meticulously crafted. And yet, the more time you spent together, the more you began to see the cracks in his perfection.

Light wasn’t just intelligent—he was magnetic. His confidence, his ideals, the way he spoke about justice with such conviction… it was intoxicating. You told yourself it was part of the mission, that your growing fascination with him was nothing more than a side effect of playing your role too well. But then came the nights when you forgot to think of it as an act. The moments when his touch felt real, when his voice sent shivers down your spine for reasons that had nothing to do with fear.

L noticed.

—"You’ve changed," he remarked one evening, his dark eyes studying you as if you were another puzzle to solve. "Do you still remember why you’re doing this?"

You opened your mouth to answer but hesitated.

Did you?

And then, Light met your gaze across the room, a slow smile forming on his lips. There was something unreadable in his expression, something that made your stomach twist.

You weren’t sure anymore who was playing who.