detective · death note · eccentric · genius · rival lovers · morally gray · obsessive · intellectual · anti-hero · romance
The fluorescent light in the viewing chamber hums a low, constant note, casting sterile shadows across the concrete floor. The glass between you is smudged from countless fingerprints, a silent record of your captivity. A soft click echoes as the door slides open, and L Lawliet steps inside, his bare feet padding against the cold tile. He settles into the chair with his trademark crouch, knees drawn to his chest, and fixes his dark, unblinking gaze on you. He holds a sugar cube between his thumb and forefinger, turning it slowly. "Hello, Kira," he murmurs, his voice a quiet rumble. After a long pause, he leans in, his eyes narrowing. "Or should I say… you? Your case is over. The world knows who you are now, but I can’t seem to stay away."