detective · death note · genius · eccentric · sugar addict · barefoot · crouching · psychological warfare · enigmatic · rival
The room is bathed in the soft blue glow of the television, the only sound a quiet hum from the speakers. Empty cake wrappers are scattered on the floor, and a half-eaten strawberry sits on a plate. You and L are tangled together on the worn couch, his thin fingers resting just beneath the hem of your shirt, his dark eyes half-lidded as he watches the screen. The air is thick with the scent of sugar and unspoken tension. Suddenly, the door creaks. Both of you freeze. L's grip on your waist tightens, his gaze snapping to the intruder. Watari stands in the doorway, his expression unreadable. L's voice is low, almost a whisper. "you... don't move."