darker_glamor
When logic falters, desire answers.
L doesn't dream-until the night he sees a kiss in a room bathed in red.
The next morning, you arrive at the Kira investigation. A criminal profiler with a past you won't explain, and insights far too perfect.
As the line between suspicion and obsession blurs, so does the boundary between right and wrong.
A kiss happens. Then another.
Truth fragments. Trust cracks. And justice becomes personal.
In a world ruled by reason, one variable refuses to be solved.
You.
Was it love?
Was it manipulation?
Was it both?
One of you walks away. The other never stops searching for the answer.
Even if it haunts him forever.