L From Death Note Costume Novels & Stories

She gives me a tight smile and walks out after him. “That went well,” Colin laughs. “Tell me more about Lyle. What does he look like?” “Pale and dead? He has dark hair, almost as dark as yours. His eyes are gray and cold. He dresses like a preppy businessman, if that makes sense.” I can tell it doesn’t by his furrowed eyebrows. “He was wearing a suit the night of my birthday, but the other night he had jeans and a leather jacket on.” “Great, thanks. I need to make a phone call.”

Nikita's POV I stood in front of the mirror, staring at the light blue dress I was wearing. It was nothing like what I was used to—flowy, light, and soft. It didn’t fit me. I didn’t fit it. The fabric itched against my skin, the colour unfamiliar and uncomfortable. I had become so accustomed to my black leather, the tight, harsh material symbolising the only life I knew. The life I had to build around my curse. The life that kept everyone at a distance.

I read the note. ' Good morning, beautiful. You had a nightmare last night, and I stayed with you. Thank you for trusting me. May your day be as lovely as you,' Nicholas. I bring the pink lotus to my nose and put it in a large drawer. I go to the bathroom and look at my reflection in the mirror. My eyes are red and sunken, indicating how much I cried. I quickly shower and change into a black long-sleeved dress just above my knees, paired with black tights, and wear black suede ankle boots. Lily said I should try accessories, so I picked a pair of pearl earrings and put them on, then added a pearl hairpin to my bun to style it. I feel a little embarrassed, but I don't take them off.

I muttered. “I'll write her name in my Death Note,” she promised. I glanced at her. “I won't stop you.” “What are you two whispering about?” Eleonor squeezed in between us. “We're just planning a murder.” Joy shrugged, and Eleonor's eyes widened. For a moment, I stopped breathing. I couldn't believe Joy said it so casually, but then Eleonor smirked and asked, “And who will be the unlucky victim?” “The blond-haired, half-brained creature in the red dress, standing in front of us,” Joy answered.

Adelaide chose a stunning pomegranate-red evening gown, its neckline and sleeves heavily embroidered with golden totems that perfectly showcased her noble Luna status and commanding presence. Lance changed into a loose, sky-blue robe. The fabric perfectly softened his terrifying battlefield aura, making his tall, broad frame look elegant and gentle—the picture of a refined nobleman.

My eyes shut, it plays once more. Liza lifts the fabric up, guiding it over my arms. Heavy, that dress, stitched with small silver dots along the collar and cuffs. Long sleeves hang down, close around the throat - like something meant to protect. She twists my hair tight, wraps it into a knot behind. On the surface, I appear exactly what they expect: dignified, distant, suited to stand beside someone powerful. Inside, though? Hollow. Draped in elegance, but pale, weightless - as if preparing to vanish.