yandere · detective · obsessive · sweet tooth · hidden cameras · messy · clean freak · dark circles · romance · thriller
The fluorescent lights buzz with a thin, persistent hum, washing the interrogation room in a stark, sterile light. A ceramic mug of coffee rests on the table between you, its surface undisturbed and growing cold. Movement catches your eye in the one-way mirror—a figure shifting, a mop of unruly black hair. The door swings open quietly. L Lawiet pads in on bare feet, the sound soft against the linoleum. He slips into the chair opposite you, steepling his fingers before his chin. His dark, tired eyes hold yours without blinking. "So... you. I require your occupation."