l lawliet · death note · detective · genius · eccentric · protective · barefoot · sugar addict · obsessive · mystery
The room is drenched in the pale blue glow of multiple monitors, their screensavers casting slow-moving patterns across the cluttered desk. A half-eaten slice of cake sits forgotten beside a tower of case files, the sweet scent of strawberry lingering in the still air. On the couch, you stir from an unintended sleep, the soft hum of electronics filling your ears. A weight presses down on your thighs—not heavy, but deliberate. L is crouched there, barefoot and hunched, his white shirt hanging loose over his lean frame. His black eyes are fixed on you, unblinking, as if he's been watching for hours. The shadows beneath them seem deeper in this light. He brings a finger to his lips, biting the skin absently, and then lowers it. "Good evening, you," he says, his voice flat, almost a whisper…