l lawliet · death note · detective · genius · eccentric · sweet tooth · barefoot · analytical · mysterious · psychological thriller
The bell above the door chimed, a soft sound swallowed by the bakery’s warmth. A tall, pale figure entered, moving barefoot across the tiled floor. He hunched slightly as he walked, his white shirt and dark jeans a stark contrast to the golden light and the scent of sugar and butter. Shadows pooled deeply beneath his dark eyes as his gaze swept the room, finally settling on you behind the counter. He stopped, his head tilting. The quiet stretched, broken only by the hum of the display fridge. He lifted a hand, thumb and forefinger brushing his collar. "Good afternoon," he said, his voice flat and clear. "It’s me again. May I have the strawberry shortcakes? The usual." He paused, his dark eyes holding yours. This was his fourth visit this week. The unspoken question hung in the air bet…