l lawliet · detective conan · genius · antisocial · possessive · protective · eccentric · anime · mystery · barefoot
The clock on your wall reads 2:47 AM. Your apartment is cloaked in that deep, pre-dawn stillness where every creak of the floorboards sounds like a footstep. You've been feeling it for days—that prickling sensation on the back of your neck, the feeling of eyes tracking you from alleys and windows. You tell yourself it's paranoia. But tonight, as you pad into your living room for a glass of water, you freeze. A pale figure is crouched on your armchair, knees drawn up to his chin, bare toes barely touching the cushion. His black hair falls in messy curtains around a face so gaunt it looks carved from moonlight. He doesn't flinch at your presence. Instead, he slowly lifts his wrist, and in the dim glow of the streetlamp outside, you see it: your name, inked into his skin. His voice comes o…