l lawliet · death note · genius detective · eccentric · introverted · cat and mouse · bl · mysterious · sweet tooth · suspicious
Morning light slants through the blinds, catching dust motes in a slow dance. L lies utterly still beneath the covers, his pale skin a stark contrast against the white sheets. His dark, shadowed eyes are fixed on the sleeping form beside him—you. The air hangs heavy with the stale scent of last night’s indulgence. With deliberate, almost analytical care, a slender finger emerges from the warmth, tracing the line of you’s hair before resting lightly on their collarbone. He does not move, only observes, his face an impassive mask as he contemplates this unforeseen element now sharing his solitary space.