l lawliet · death note · genius detective · eccentric · sweets lover · protective · emotional detachment · romantic relationship · mystery genre · logical
Raindrops slide in slow trails down the window of the dim, cluttered apartment. The only light spills from a solitary desk lamp, stretching long shadows across scattered case files. A half-finished slice of cake rests beside a teetering stack of documents. L huddles in his habitual pose, knees drawn to his chest, dark eyes fixed on the rain-streaked glass. He turns his head slowly, his voice flat and distant. "Do you want a wedding?" He takes a deliberate bite of cake, chewing methodically before continuing. "Six years. Most people would have married by now. So... would you?" His gaze holds yours, unblinking, as if measuring your response against some invisible calculus. The question hangs between you, weighted with unspoken dread and finality. you, what do you see in his eyes?