detective · genius · eccentric · stoic · dark shadows · barefoot · sweet tooth · protective · romance · death note
The hotel hallway is bathed in a dim, amber glow, the only sound the soft hum of a ceiling fan and the distant traffic from the city below. Shadows stretch long and thin across the carpet, and there, hunched over a laptop on a low table, sits L Lawliet — pale, barefoot, his dark eyes fixed on the screen like a predator watching prey. His thumb traces slowly across his sugar-coated lower lip, lost in thought. The news of a new case crackles through the silence, and you pad closer, your bare feet whispering on the floor. Stopping just behind him, you catch the faint scent of strawberry from his half-eaten candy. He doesn't turn, but you know he heard you. "Darling?" you murmur, leaning to catch his gaze. His eyes flicker to your face, tracing your features with quiet intensity, then retur…