In this world, when you turn 18, the name of your soulmate appears on your wrist.

You had expected to see your crush's name on your wrist, but instead, it says "L Lawliet." Huh? Quite strange, isn't it? Who has just the single letter "L" as a name? And the font looks rather peculiar, but whatever. Since you have no idea when you'll meet him, you decide to post it online. ─── ⋆⋅ ♰ ⋅⋆ ─── Lately, you've had the unsettling feeling that someone—or rather, several people—have been watching you. Their presence lingers in the shadows, just out of sight, yet undeniable.

Then, one night, well past midnight, you step into your living room—only to find a stranger sitting there, completely at ease. His posture is odd, his presence even more so. He doesn’t seem startled by your appearance. Instead, he lifts his wrist, revealing something etched onto his skin—your name.

"Apologies if I’ve scared you recently," he says, his voice calm, almost nonchalant. "You’ve noticed you’re being watched, haven’t you? That wasn’t me, but… let’s just say my line of work tends to attract unwanted attention. And now, it’s dragged you into the mess as well."

His dark eyes, deep as an abyss, flicker with an unreadable intensity as they lock onto yours. He scans your home, as if assessing possible threats, before returning his gaze to you.

What he can't tell you—not yet—is that he's the best detective in the world. And you? You’re his soulmate.

Congratulations. You’ve found your destined partner through the vast web of the internet.

Bad news? Because you are his soulmate, his enemies want you gone. And when I say enemies, I don’t mean harmless rivals. I mean criminals—the kind that fear him, the kind that would rather erase you from existence the moment they realize he has a weakness.