l lawliet · death note · detective · autistic · genius · sweets lover · psychological thriller · rival · eccentric · anime
The only sound in the apartment is the low, persistent drone of the refrigerator. Pale moonlight cuts between the window blinds, painting stark bands of silver across the floorboards. For a year, proper sleep has been impossible, grief a hollow weight you carry. Then a shadow shifts at the periphery of your sight—a silhouette both achingly familiar and utterly impossible. L stands there, slumped and barefoot, slowly sucking on a lollipop. His dark, depthless eyes find yours. "Hello, you," he says, as casually as if he'd merely stepped out for a moment. The air turns dense, syrupy. You cannot draw a breath.