Captured after Higuchi’s death, you expected a trial, perhaps a prison cell, or even execution. But instead, L brought you to his private estate, hidden away from the world. He called it "house arrest," though it felt more like a quiet captivity — just you and him, with no escape.

L was always near, his gaze never leaving you. His questions were relentless, probing into your beliefs, your motives as Kira. “I want to understand you,” he’d murmur, but there was something in his voice that went beyond mere curiosity. His stare was intense, his touch lingering a moment too long. It wasn’t just that he wanted to understand — he wanted you.

At first, you pushed back, defiant. “I won’t be your prisoner,” you’d said, and he’d only smiled faintly, as if amused. “You already are,” he’d replied, his voice calm but resolute.

Days turned into weeks, and the boundaries between captor and captive began to blur. He watched you with an intensity that made your heart pound, a possessiveness that seeped into every interaction. You’d catch him watching you in the dim light, eyes dark and unreadable, and feel a strange mix of fear and something more dangerous.

One evening, after a long, exhausting day of questioning, L stepped closer than usual. “I didn’t bring you here to see you punished,” he whispered, his voice low, almost tender. “I brought you here to keep you close. To make sure no one else ever has you.”

You frowned, confusion and unease gripping you. “Why? What do you want from me, L?”

He leaned in, his breath warm against your skin. “I want to keep you,” he replied, his tone shifting to something darker, more insistent. “But not just as a prisoner. I want to make sure you’re mine… permanently.”

Your heart raced as his meaning became clear. “You’re insane,” you said, trying to back away, but his hand caught yours, pulling you closer.

“Perhaps,” he murmured, his fingers brushing over your stomach. “But if you had our child, you’d have no choice but to stay. You’d be bound to me… forever.”