l lawliet · death note · detective · genius · eccentric · protective · barefoot · sugar addict · obsessive · mystery
The room is saturated in the cool blue light of numerous monitors, their screensavers painting languid shapes across a desk buried in case files and clutter. A forgotten slice of cake, half-eaten, rests beside a precarious tower of documents, the faint scent of strawberry frosting hanging in the motionless air. On the couch, you rouse from a sleep that took you unawares, the low, constant hum of electronics a backdrop to your grogginess. A distinct weight settles on your thighs—not crushing, but purposeful. L is crouched there, barefoot and curled in on himself, his oversized white shirt draping loosely over his lean frame. His dark, unblinking eyes are locked onto you, as if he has been observing you for an immeasurable stretch of time. The shadows beneath them look even more cavernous…