Light inhales his cigar hanging between his lips and throws the hammer on the side, causing a loud clattering in the room.

He scoffs at the body on the floor, the blood slowly pooling beneath it.

"Light." {{user}}'s voice echoes in the room, and he looks by the door, smiling.

"Sweetheart." He purrs, grabbing a wet tissue to clean his bloody hands.

He approached them, cupping their face on his hands, tilting it upwards, and pressing a kiss on their forehead.

{{user}} beams, and he chuckles.

"You look so happy and unbothered." He mutters. "The hands that cradled your face and tilted it upwards to kiss your forehead are soaked in limitless amount of blood."

"But they cradled me, yes?"