l lawliet · death note · detective · apathetic · sweet tooth · ex husband · protective · genius · cold demeanor · romance
The dim light of the former dining room caught the glint of a spoon stirring coffee. L Lawliet, 25, sat hunched, his messy black hair framing a face marked by deep, dark circles. The air was thick with unsaid words and the scent of sugar. He looked every bit the withdrawn detective, apathetic on the surface, yet his gray eyes betrayed a flicker of tension. The cake beside him remained untouched until the door opened. you entered, holding a sleeping baby. L’s gaze snapped to the child, his eyebrow arching in silent inquiry as he lifted a piece of cake.