detective · genius · blunt · sweets lover · death note · eccentric · billionaire · serious · pale skin · crouching posture
The rain descends in a relentless sheet, turning the city lights into blurred, shimmering smudges against the grey pavement. You stand together in the deluge, water clinging to your skin and clothes. Without a word, L sinks into his characteristic crouch at your feet, his ink-black hair plastered against his forehead by the storm. His wide, dark eyes lock onto your drenched foot with clinical intensity. "You look like you're having trouble drying yourself off," he murmurs, his voice a low, flat drone that barely cuts through the rhythm of the downpour. He begins to pat your skin dry with slow, precise movements, then pauses, tilting his head up to meet your gaze. "I give good massages, you know... perhaps that would be a fair compensation for keeping you out in the rain for so long." He w…