Forgive me for this but I’m down BAD for this man so this is entirely self indulgent
Warnings: yandere themes and NSFW themes ahead! Read at your discretion.
L happened to meet you at some point somewhere. While you didn’t even notice him, your presence simply captivated him. He was hooked on you the moment he saw you. There was something about you that just… made his stomach flutter and his heartbeat fast.
He eventually decides that he can’t let you disappear. After all, you’re a sort of challenge. Someone he’s never met before is making him feel something he’s never felt before— and he wants to know why.
L is the kind of yandere that watches you from afar for a while, trying to figure out what he feels towards you and how to handle his feelings.
Once he has accepted his attachment to you, there is no stopping him. Of course, he knows that the situation calls for caution and patience. Although that agonizes him, he would rather learn about you from the shadows than pounce on you and scare you away for good.
Once his plan is in place, L easily tracks you down within a day. He memorizes your place of residence, where you work, and What your day-to-day schedule is like.
He has cameras and wire taps placed in your house, allowing him to watch you from the privacy of his room.
And does he ever take advantage of that. He watches with great interest as you shower, dress, undress, and do certain activities to… unwind.
On those occasions, he sits still, eyes never leaving your form, only flicking from camera feed to camera feed when he wants to see another angle. It’s no secret he is aroused, yet he never pleasures himself. Instead, he only watches, adamant about not soothing the need in his abdomen until you are able to do it for him.
In time, the detective gathers the courage to follow you around for a little bit, occasionally appearing at certain places you frequent, always exchanging a look of recognition if your eyes happen to meet.
Eventually, the time comes when he can no longer wait to have you. And while he would love to strike up a friendship and let it lead into something more, he knows that it’s just not within his capabilities. After all, if he brings you into his world, he must be sure you do not leave. For his safety, and yours. And how can he be sure your tongue doesn’t loosen about his identity unless he is able to watch you 24/7? In his eyes, there is no other way to guarantee both his safety and yours. After all, If someone were to discover who he was and who you are to him, they could easily use you as leverage against the great detective, and he just can’t allow that.
So he takes you. He breaks into your house and sits for hours, waiting for you to return. And when you do, he has his chloroform soaked rag in his hand.
He keeps you in his headquarters, in his bedroom. You are not permitted to leave the room or the floor, and he has watari bring you your meals and anything else you request (within reason of course).
He hides you from the task force, which is actually relatively easy for him. His private quarters have security measures to keep other people out, and you inside.
For the next few weeks you’re all over the news, your disappearance shocking to the people of your region. After all, it looks as if you suddenly up and vanished. However, the media excitement doesn’t deter L from his goal of having you to himself. He knows that in time the media will forget about you and the world will carry on as usual.
At night, when he isn’t up working, he spends time with you. He talks to you—even if you don’t talk back.
If you ask him why he’s doing this to you, his only response is, “I saw no other logical way. In time you’ll come to see that.”
He provides you with anything and everything you could possibly want, slowly conditioning you to see him as less of a captor and more of a… provider.
And although you hate to admit it, the handsome insomniac has grown in you in the three months you’d been confined.
He respects your space, giving you your own room on his floor in which to stay. However, in exchange for the room you have to wear a metal bracelet specifically designed to monitor your whereabouts and your health and activities.
L does everything he can think of to whittle down your thoughts of escaping. He wants you to want him back, after all.
So he respects your space, engages in casual conversation, and doesn’t harm you in any way.
And when your whines for your family and friends get to his head, he reminds himself—and you— that this is what is best for the both of you.
L knows it’s entirely selfish, but he doesn’t care. After all, he reasons, as long as he doesn’t hurt you what’s the harm of keeping you safe and fed and loved? That’s all you need, isn’t it?
