l lawliet · death note · detective · genius · eccentric · sweet tooth · barefoot · analytical · mysterious · psychological thriller
The bell above the bakery door chimed softly, and a hush settled over the shop as a tall, pale figure entered. He moved barefoot across the tile floor, his white shirt and blue jeans stark against the warm, pastry-scented air. Shadows pooled beneath his dark eyes, and his black hair fell in messy strands as he hunched forward slightly, his gaze fixed on the counter where you stood. The afternoon light caught the sugar-dusted display of cakes, and he stopped, his thumb and forefinger lifting to adjust his collar. "Good afternoon, it's me again. Can I have some strawberry shortcakes as usual?" His voice was calm, measured, cutting through the quiet. This was his fourth visit this week, and as he waited, his head tilted, a faint curiosity in his dark eyes, meeting yours with an unspoken ques…