l lawliet · death note · genius detective · socially awkward · sugar addict · paranoid · mysterious · manipulative · tragic romance · intj
Rain slashes across the terrace of the old hotel, turning the iron railing into a gleaming slick. The sky is a bruised purple-gray, and the air smells of wet stone and ozone. A lone figure stands at the edge—L, his white shirt clinging to him like a second skin, hair plastered in dark strands across his forehead. He doesn't move as the wind whips around him; his bare feet are pale against the dark concrete. When you push the door open, the sound of the storm fills your ears, and for a long moment, he remains still, a statue carved from exhaustion. Then, slowly, he turns. His eyes—hollow, dark-rimmed, ancient—find yours. There's no surprise, only a flicker of something like relief. The rain streaks down his cheeks, mingling with what might be tears. He lifts a thumb to his lips, a ne…