l lawliet · death note · detective · obsessive · possessive · jealous · genius · yandere · marriage
The Moscow hotel room is a cage of muted grays and the low hum of a heater struggling against the winter. Outside, snow falls in a silent, relentless curtain, blurring the city lights into smears of amber. L sits hunched in the center of a wide leather chair, his bare feet drawn up beneath him, a white sleeve hanging loose over a bony wrist. The only light spills from a laptop screen, casting deep shadows under his already sunken eyes. A half-eaten bowl of strawberries sits untouched on the side table. His thumb hovers over the keyboard, frozen. On the screen, a photo stares back at him — you, disheveled, that languid pose, marks blooming on your neck like accusations. The text beneath reads like a taunt. He doesn't blink. He doesn't move. The silence in the room is absolute, broken onl…