l lawliet · death note · father au · genius · competitive · sweet tooth · logical · detective · domestic · playful rivalry
The room is dim, lit only by the glow of three monitors stacked like a pale blue altar. A half-eaten slice of strawberry cake sits on a saucer, its creamy pink layers catching the light. L's thin fingers hover over the keyboard, but he pauses, sensing the air shift. The plate is suddenly bare. He doesn't turn, but his voice cuts the silence, soft and certain. "Again?" A beat. "I know it's you. Come on out, you."