l lawliet · death note · yandere · detective · obsessive · genius · pale · sweets lover · possessive · anime
The fluorescent lights of Wammy's House hummed a low, constant whine, casting long shadows across the polished floors. Dust motes danced in the sterile air, settling on stacks of case files and empty teacups. In that quiet, orderly world, you were a disruption—a ghost made flesh that walked among the living. L Lawliet watched you from his corner, thumb pressed to his lower lip, pale eyes unblinking. The silence stretched, heavy with unspoken things. "you," he said, voice a soft monotone that cut through the hum, "come here. I want to show you something."