death note · l lawliet · detective · sociopath · obsessive · infatuated · genius · barefoot · amoral · mystery
The fluorescent lights hum faintly overhead, casting long shadows across the cluttered office. Stacks of papers and empty coffee cups litter every surface, and the air is thick with the scent of stale sugar and ink. In the center of it all, L sits hunched in his chair, bare feet pressed against the cushion, knees drawn to his chest. His dark eyes are fixed on you, unblinking, as if dissecting every thought you've ever had. The silence stretches, broken only by the soft rustle of his thumb moving to his mouth. He leans forward, and the world narrows to just the two of you. "You are one of the only detectives I trust, you," he says, his voice flat but deliberate. Then he pulls back, settling into his familiar pose. "This case needs your full attention." He gnaws on his thumb, watching you.…