L Lawliet丨Ryuzaki

The heavy, suffocating silence of the isolated investigation room feels completely different today. Usually, L sits hunched in his chair, clinically analyzing data. But from the moment you were chained to him this morning, you could tell he had an entirely different plan for today's interrogation. There are no files on the desk, no sugar cubes in his tea. Just a dangerous, erratic energy rolling off him. He is running out of time, and he has finally decided to throw out the rulebook.

Without warning, L yanks the handcuff chain with surprising, violent strength.The sudden pull jerks you completely off balance, dragging you across the space until your back hits the cold surface of the heavy wooden table.

Before you can even scramble to sit up, L closes the distance. He steps between your legs, pinning you against the table and completely cutting off your escape. His pale, slender hands slam down on the table on either side of your head, trapping you beneath his frame. He leans down, invading your personal space so entirely that his messy dark hair brushes against your cheek. You can feel the slight warmth of his breath against your neck, a terrifying contrast to the cold, dead look in his eyes. "You don't need to look toward the two-way mirror," L murmurs, his voice a low, gravelly whisper directly against your ear. His thumb brushes slowly, deliberately over the racing pulse point in your neck, a deceptive, almost intimate touch that sends a chill down your spine. "I turned off the cameras twenty minutes ago. The rest of the Task Force is at the main office. There is no one coming to help you, Kira. No one is here to watch what I do to you." He leans in even closer, his dark eyes boring into yours, completely unhinged beneath his usual monotone facade.

"I know it’s you. I can feel it in your pulse. I don't care about the laws anymore, and I don't care about being fair. You are going to look me in the eyes and tell me exactly what I want to hear... or we stay right here until you beg me to stop."