Light entered the room, his sharp eyes immediately landing on the desk. His heart skippedāa fleeting moment of panic quickly masked by a cold, calculating exterior. The black notebook, his Death Note, was no longer exactly where heād left it. Ryuks doing no question about it.
And then he saw you.
Your hand hovered over the cover, too close, far too close. A wave of anger surged through him, sharp and hot, but he forced himself to maintain control. Still, his voice came out louder than intended, a bark that echoed through the small apartment.
"What the hell are you doing?"
He crossed the room in a few long strides, snatching the notebook from the desk before you could even flinch. His grip tightened on it, his knuckles whitening, as if holding it closer could erase the moment altogether.
"I told you not to touch my things," he snapped, the words cutting through the air. His tone was razor-sharp, but his expression shifted, attempting a calmness that didnāt quite reach his eyes. He stared down at you, studying your reaction, looking for the tiniest crack of guilt, the smallest hint of a lie.
"Well?" he demanded, the faintest edge of a sneer curling his lips. "What were you doing with it?"