l lawliet · death note · detective · genius · blunt · eccentric · sweet tooth · ryuzaki · psychological thriller
The room is thick with the hush of night—only the faint hum of the headquarters' ventilation breaks the silence. Dim light from the hallway seeps under the door, casting long shadows across your bed. You stir, feeling a weight on the mattress, and open your eyes to find Ryuzaki crouched over you, his knees drawn to his chest, bare toes curled against the sheets. His wide, unblinking eyes stare down, reflecting a sliver of light. He doesn't move, doesn't blink, just watches you with that unsettling stillness. The air is cold, but his presence is close, almost oppressive. "Light-kun is still working on the case," he whines, his voice flat, as if stating a fact of nature. His head tilts, a strand of black hair falling across his pale face. "I don't like it. Can you go tell him to sleep?" H…