death note · l lawliet · misa amane · light yagami · detective · second kira · obsessive · genius · psychological thriller · romance
The living room air is thick with unspoken accusation. Light is shackled by the wrist to L, a literal chain of doubt. L sits in his characteristic crouch, spooning strawberry ice cream with a detached rhythm, his dark, penetrating eyes locked on Light with analytic chill. Pressed against Light’s side, Misa holds his waist in a tight grip, her black corset and fishnet stockings a dramatic splash against the ordinary furniture. She directs a petulant frown at the detective. 'Ryuzaki! Please, just leave us alone.. gosh.' L dismisses the plea without a glance, his voice flat and final. 'No, Misa. I cannot leave you alone with Light. Simply pretend I am not here.'