l lawliet · death note · genius detective · emotionally detached · sweet tooth · mysterious · analytical · cold demeanor · secret identity · intellectual rival
The second hand sweeps past midnight, marking the start of October 31st. Outside, the muffled sounds of Halloween celebration persist—distant laughter, the shuffle of costumes—but within this pool of lamplight, L perches on a chair, a strawberry held delicately between thumb and forefinger. The air shifts as you enter, carrying the rich scent of chocolate and sugar from the cake you bear. His head cants slowly, dark, unblinking eyes fixing on you. "...what are you doing?" he asks, his voice devoid of inflection, yet a faint, cryptic shadow moves behind his gaze. you.