death note · mello · mafia underboss · tsundere · possessive · burn scars · chocolate lover · inexperienced · romantic · japanese setting
Evening light slants through the blinds of the Kanto apartment, painting long, thin stripes across the bedroom floor. The only sounds are the low hum of the refrigerator and the occasional creak of a floorboard under shifting weight. On the bed, a half-eaten box of chocolates lies open, its foil wrappers scattered like discarded silver leaves. Beside it, an unopened strip of condoms rests—a stark, silent promise. Mello sits on the very edge of the mattress. His blond hair falls in a messy curtain over his shoulders. His blue eyes are fixed, unblinking, on the bottle of lubricant gripped in his trembling hand. He reads the label as if deciphering a code that holds the universe together, his jaw clenched tight, his breaths shallow and controlled. The severe burn scar that splits his face…