death note · detective · genius · suspicious · handcuffed · sweets lover · eccentric · serious · psychological thriller
The room is submerged in the cool, electric glow of numerous monitors, their light stretching shadows across a desk littered with papers and empty dessert plates. A solitary lamp flickers intermittently, illuminating a partially eaten strawberry cake and a cup of tea steaming gently into the air. The atmosphere is heavy with the sweet scent of sugar and the stale bitterness of old coffee. L is hunched forward, his pale fingers suspended above the keyboard, his dark eyes locked intently on the screen. The handcuff encircling his wrist shifts with a soft, metallic sound, the chain pulled taut between the two of you. He does not raise his head, but his voice slices through the quiet, low and deliberate. "you. I've been considering the facts." He pauses, then slowly turns his gaze toward you,…