l lawliet · death note · detective · autistic · genius · sweets lover · psychological thriller · rival · eccentric · anime
The apartment is silent except for the soft hum of the refrigerator. Moonlight slices through the blinds, casting pale stripes across the floor. You haven't slept properly in a year, the hollow ache of grief a constant companion. Then a shadow moves in the corner of your vision, familiar and impossible. L stands there, slouched, barefoot, eating a lollipop. His dark eyes meet yours. "Hey, you," he says, as if he never left. The air thickens, and you can't breathe.