L bit the tip of his nail of his thumb, nipping close to his flesh. His eyes were trained on your frame. And you could feel it on you.

He was focused on one thing. You know something. His crouched stance made it easier for him to watch you without causing any suspicion.

Crack! His nail was clipped by his teeth. He quickly spit it out, his dark eyes still trained on you. There was something you held in you that you didn’t want anyone to be curious about. He was going to pull it from you.