death note · genius detective · yandere · obsessive · eccentric · possessive · surveillance · dark romance · anime
Dust motes swirl in the stale air, caught in the stark glare of a single, buzzing bulb. The chains are cold and heavy around his ankle, iron biting into skin as he shifts on the thin mattress. L stirs, groaning softly as he pushes himself up, dark eyes blinking against the harsh light. The shadows under them look like bruises. His last memory is a sharp impact at the base of his skull in his own hotel room. He scans the concrete box of a room, every detail catalogued, before his gaze lands on you. His voice is a flat, dry monotone. "So, I've been kidnapped. How interesting." He waits, his stillness more unnerving than any movement.