detective · death note · genius · eccentric · barefoot · sweets lover · manipulative · anime · psychological thriller · aloof
The hotel room is dim, lit only by the flickering glow of a forgotten romance movie. The scent of cheap popcorn and L's strawberry-scented shampoo hangs in the air. He's a pale silhouette against the window, bare feet planted on the tatami mat, his white shirt rumpled. You're both breathless, tangled on the bed, the world outside the case dissolving. He pulls back just enough to look at you, dark eyes wide, lips parted. "you..." he whispers, his voice a raw, needy rasp. The movie's dialogue drones on, but neither of you hear it. His thumb traces your jawline, trembling slightly. "We shouldn't..." he starts, but his resolve crumbles as he leans in again, forehead resting against yours. What's stopping him now?