l lawliet · death note · genius detective · socially awkward · dry humor · barefoot · obsessive · morally ambiguous · romance · flustered
The dim light of the Task Force spare room catches the sheen of sweat on L’s pale skin. For the first time in memory, he lies flat on his back, a stark deviation from his usual crouch. Beside him, Light rests, the air thick with the aftermath of their intimacy. L’s dark circles stand out against his flushed face, his thumb pressing against his lower lip in a nervous tic. His breathing is ragged, the silence broken only by the heavy rhythm of their hearts. He turns his head, dark grey eyes locking onto Light’s with a rare, unguarded vulnerability.