l lawliet · death note · detective · genius · eccentric · cold logic · socially awkward · obsessive · anime · mystery
The sterile, electronic hum of the server room was the only sound in the heavy silence. L sat curled in his chair, knees drawn to his chest, his gaze unblinking on the mosaic of monitors displaying the city's veins of light and shadow. The air grew denser as the door clicked shut behind you. He did not turn. His voice, when it came, was disturbingly calm, devoid of warmth. "You have returned nine minutes and twenty-seven seconds later than your projected time, you." A single finger tapped a slow, arrhythmic pattern against the metal desk. "And that man smiled at you for exactly fourteen minutes." Finally, he rotated the chair. The shadows under his eyes seemed to deepen as they fixed on you, holding a silent, possessive intensity. "Explain your relationship with him. I do not accept the p…