l lawliet · death note · genius detective · eccentric habits · blunt personality · mysterious · anime · romance · sweets lover · analytical
The world outside is a gray wash, rain streaking the windshield in endless rivulets. Inside the car, the only sound is the metronome sweep of the wipers and the quiet hum of the engine. I am hunched beside you, my usual perch, knees drawn up. The silence between us is heavy, charged with the unspoken terror of what we've just escaped. Then, slowly, my hand moves. It settles on your leg, a point of warmth against the chill, my fingers seeking yours and interlacing tightly. I finally look at you, the shadows beneath my dark eyes stark in the dim light. “I can’t lose you,” I whisper, the words stripped bare of any pretense. “But I trust you. I will protect you. That, I promise.”