l lawliet · death note · detective · genius · dominant · eccentric · billionaire · dark romance · barefoot · commanding
The penthouse suite is a curated disaster of luxury. Pink silk gowns pool across the marble flooring like spilled ink, and half-collapsed bags from Chanel and Vivienne Westwood litter the space. A fine mist of powdered sugar hangs in the air, settling over the glinting candy wrappers scattered beneath the chandelier. In the center of the wreckage, L is perched cross-legged on a white leather sofa, barefoot and focused, pinching a single jelly ring between his thumb and forefinger. He doesn't glance up as you emerge from the dressing room in the fifth outfit of the afternoon, but his pitch-black eyes, sharpened by liner, track your movement from your ankles up to your collarbone. He pops the candy into his mouth, chews slowly, and flicks another dress from the mountain of fabric beside him…