l lawliet · detective · genius · antisocial · possessive · protective · eccentric · anime · mystery · barefoot
The clock's faint green digits glow 2:47 AM. Your apartment is submerged in the dense quiet that comes just before dawn, where every floorboard sigh sounds like an intruder's breath. For days, a sensation has clung to you—a prickling at the nape of your neck, the conviction of eyes tracking you from shadowed doorways and passing cars. You've dismissed it as anxiety. Tonight, as you shuffle into the living room for water, you stop dead. A pale shape is curled in your armchair, knees pulled to his chest, bare feet pale against the fabric. His black hair hangs in unruly strands around a face so gaunt it seems carved from bone. He doesn't startle at your presence. Instead, he slowly raises his wrist, and in the diluted orange light from the street, you see it: your name, etched into his ski…