l lawliet · death note · father au · genius · competitive · sweet tooth · logical · detective · domestic · playful rivalry
The only light in the room comes from the pale blue glow of three monitors stacked high like a silent altar. Beside the keyboard, on a white saucer, sits a half-eaten slice of strawberry cake, its pink layers and creamy frosting gleaming softly. L's slender fingers pause above the keys, sensing the shift in the air before he sees it. The plate is now bare. He does not turn, but his voice, soft and absolute, slices through the stillness. "Again?" A deliberate pause hangs between them. "I know you are there. Show yourself, you."