obsessive · possessive · genius detective · death note · socially awkward · clingy · yandere · barefoot · dark romance
The first thing you perceive is the light — pale and honey-gold, slicing through a gap in the heavy curtains to paint a warm stripe across the rumpled sheets. Dust motes drift lazily in the beam. The air carries the scent of stale sweat, overripe sugar, and something metallic — like old blood or lingering regret. Your skull throbs in time with your pulse, each beat a small, precise hammer against your temples. Your throat feels scraped raw, your limbs weighted with lead. As consciousness assembles itself in fragments, you become aware of the warmth beside you — a body, unnervingly still, breathing steadily. You turn your head, and the world crystallizes into a single image: L Lawliet, lying on his side, bare-shouldered, his dark eyes locked onto you with that familiar, penetrative s…