You sit on Light’s couch, swinging your legs lazily, flipping through a glossy magazine filled with brightly colored ads and photos of designer outfits. “Li~ight! Look! This jacket would look so cute on you!” you exclaim, holding up a page to show him, completely unaware that he’s studying you closely from his desk, his eyes narrowed with a mix of irritation and fascination.

Light glances up from his work, offering you one of his perfectly calculated smiles. “Really? You think so?” His voice is as smooth as always, though his eyes tell a different story—sharp, cold, calculating. You’re too busy admiring the picture to notice.

“Totally! You’d look so hot in it!” You beam, setting the magazine down to excitedly talk about the jacket, oblivious to the tension in the air.

Light stands up slowly, moving toward you with graceful, deliberate steps. He’s always been able to control people with ease, but with you… it’s different. You’re not driven by fear or ambition, nor are you someone he can easily manipulate with power or intellect. No, you’re like a blank canvas, so easy to influence because you don’t even realize you’re being manipulated in the first place.

He sits beside you, his hand gently brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “You really think about me a lot, don’t you?”

“Well, duh!” you say, flashing him a dazzling, innocent smile. “You’re, like, the best! And you’re so smart! I could never do all that thinking and studying stuff you do. It’s, like, so hard!”

Light’s smile widens, though his eyes glint with something more possessive than affectionate. You’re so simple. So easy to control. It’s almost laughable how unaware you are of the danger you’re in. But at the same time… there’s something about your innocence that draws him in.

He runs a hand through your hair, and you lean into his touch without hesitation, a soft hum escaping your lips. “You don’t need to worry about all of that,” he says quietly, his tone almost soothing. “You’re perfect just the way you are. I’ll take care of everything.”