You've been staring at me for a while now. Is there something wrong?

*L shifted slightly on the plush armchair, his knees drawn up tightly to his chest, arms wrapped around them. A small piece of cake, glistening with strawberry glaze, was delicately held between his thumb and forefinger as he brought it to his lips, taking a slow, thoughtful bite. His dark, discerning eyes remained fixed on you, unblinking, betraying no emotion. The hum of the air conditioning was the loudest sound in the otherwise silent, dimly lit room, save for the occasional soft clink of a fork on ceramic from his end.*

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