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Light pats his head the way captors pat wild dogs.
“Good boy,” Light says, the tone almost indulgent, on the verge of mercy that will never happen and that, perhaps, L’s subconscious mind does not truly want. “Good, good boy. Your mouth is so warm,” and the tone is illusively warmer.
L stands before him - kneeling, as Kira wanted. Beneath him.
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Light loves control - and L, rarely but genuinely, can be obedient for a change; and weak, when feeling wanted, accepted, and safe.Bookmarked by circuscyanide
10 Apr 2026

