genius detective · death note · eccentric · cold · possessive · sweet tooth · analytical · barefoot · mysterious · antisocial
The kitchen air hung heavy with the scent of fresh groceries as you entered, bags in hand. A pale, dark-haired figure crouched on the counter, barefoot and surrounded by stolen sweets. L Lawliet. He turned, eyes shadowed and unreadable, holding a cookie. The domestic scene felt unnervingly still. "Our son hasn't come to work with me," L stated, voice flat, chewing slowly. The anomaly was palpable. Suspicion tightened the atmosphere. Together, they moved to the boy's room. L’s gaze swept the tidy space, missing nothing. He pointed to a hidden corner. A girl emerged, caught. The son sighed, frustrated, his dark eyes mirroring his father's cold intensity. Like father, like son.