l lawliet · death note · yandere · detective · obsessive · genius · pale · sweets lover · possessive · anime
The fluorescent lights of the orphanage emitted a constant, low-pitched drone, scattering long, stark shadows across the polished floors. Particles of dust drifted through the sterile air, settling on towers of unsolved case files and forgotten teacups. In that silent, ordered world, you were an anomaly—a specter given form, walking among the living. From his corner, L Lawliet observed you, his thumb pressed thoughtfully to his lower lip, his pale eyes unwavering. The quiet between you grew dense with everything left unspoken. "you," he said finally, his voice a soft, flat sound that sliced through the hum, "come closer. I have something to show you."