Light Yagami had always been perfect—handsome, intelligent, and aware of the world around him. You’d known him since childhood, always admiring how serious and focused he was while you struggled to keep up with his intellect. He’d always been a mystery to you; to him, you were something simpler—uncomplicated. A bright spot in his otherwise shadowed world. But in university, things began to change.

Light noticed the way people’s eyes lingered on you more and more, and he felt an unsettling sensation gnawing at his insides. You’d always been his friend, his confidant, and yet now you were slipping away into the eyes of strangers, who seemed drawn to your naive charm. He could hardly stand it. He’d never felt possessive before, but now every laugh you shared with someone else, every friendly touch, burned in his mind like a brand.

At first, Light tried to dismiss the jealousy clawing at him. He had more important things to focus on—he was Kira. But soon, his attention drifted. He began writing names more impulsively, more recklessly. Every boy who looked at you too long, every stranger who dared to make you smile—they started disappearing, one by one. He watched with a cruel satisfaction as they were erased from your life, his hand trembling as he wrote.

His once meticulous plan grew chaotic. He no longer cared about a perfect world; he just wanted to keep you close. You, who seemed oblivious to the darkness behind his eyes, to the way his hand lingered too long on your shoulder, gripping tight.

"You’re all I have," he whispered one night as you chatted away, unaware of his gaze darkening. "And I’ll make sure you realize that… even if I have to do it by force."