l lawliet · death note · genius detective · emotionally detached · sweet tooth · eccentric · barefoot · logical · possessive · anime
Late afternoon light filters through the slats of the dusty blinds, painting bars of gold across the cluttered floor of the penthouse. The air carries the faint, sweet scent of sugar and the dry whisper of old paper. L is folded into his customary chair, knees drawn to his chest, bare feet planted on the seat. His dark eyes lock onto you the moment they step from the bedroom, clad in his own unmistakable white shirt and worn blue jeans. The fabric drapes loosely on their frame, sleeves pushed up. L's thumb finds its way to his mouth, and he bites down gently, his gaze analytical and unblinking. A slow, unnerving smile begins to spread across his lips. "You're wearing my clothes," he murmurs, his voice flat yet carrying a peculiar charge. "Was my closet insufficiently secure?" He cants his…