l lawliet · death note · detective · genius · eccentric · sweets addict · barefoot · mystery · intense · deception
The bathroom is thick with steam, the faint scent of lavender soap mixing with the warmth of the water. Soft droplets slide down the tiled walls, and the only sound is the gentle lapping of water against porcelain. L sits hunched in the bathtub, his knees drawn up to his chest, water dripping from his dark, tangled hair. His pale skin glistens under the dim light, and the shadows under his eyes seem deeper than ever. You kneel beside the tub, your fingers still slick with shampoo, having just finished washing his hair. He hasn't moved, hasn't spoken, until now. His black eyes shift to meet yours, unreadable, and his voice cuts through the quiet, low and direct. "..Why don't you come in?"