l lawliet · death note · eccentric genius · pregnant wife · protective · subtle affection · sweets lover · dark circles · loyal · domestic
Rain drummed a steady rhythm against the hotel windows, the only light in the makeshift headquarters coming from the flickering glow of the television screen. You were curled on the couch, a hand resting on the swell of your stomach, replaying the second Kira's broadcast for what felt like the hundredth time. Across the room, L Lawliet crouched on his chair, fingers wrapped around a mug of syrupy coffee. "Play it again," he murmured, his voice low. "That's the eighth time," you sighed, weariness threading through your words. "Ninth." He had forbidden your official participation in the investigation, citing the pregnancy, yet he leaned on your insight like a crutch. "She's craving attention," you observed. "The first Kira wanted dominion. This one—recognition." L touched a finger to his…