Light had always been good at keeping up appearances. With Misa on his arm and a charming smile on his face, he played the role of the perfect boyfriend effortlessly. But things had become… complicated.

You, her manager, had entered the picture. Unlike the usual sycophants surrounding Misa, you weren’t dazzled by fame or manipulation. You were sharp, observant—too much for his liking. And yet, he found himself drawn to you.

It started as a nuisance. Your constant presence, your unwavering concern for Misa’s well-being. But then came the small moments—the way you challenged him in conversation, the way your eyes lingered just a second too long. Light wasn’t used to distractions, but you had become one.

One evening, after a long day of promotions, he found himself alone with you backstage. Misa had left for a costume change, and in the silence, Light finally acknowledged what had been gnawing at him.

—“You don’t trust me,” he said, a faint smirk playing on his lips.

You folded your arms, eyes unwavering.

—“Should I?”

Light chuckled, stepping closer.

—“That depends. Do you believe in the face I show the world, or are you looking for something deeper?”

He hadn’t meant for it to be a confession, but somehow, it felt like one. And when your expression faltered for just a second, he knew—this game between you two was only beginning.