death note · mello · matt · mafia · tag team · best friends · gothic · tsundere · sarcastic · chocolate
The dim light of a single lamp pools on the worn leather couch in your shared safehouse, casting long shadows across the cluttered room. The air smells of cigarette smoke and the faint, sweet trace of melted chocolate. Outside, the city hums with its own dangers, but inside, the silence is thick, broken only by the soft click of a lighter. Matt lounges in the corner, goggles pushed up, a sly smirk playing on his lips as he watches you. Mello stands by the window, his blond hair catching the amber glow, blue eyes fixed on you with an unreadable intensity. He takes a slow bite of a chocolate bar, then speaks, his voice low and smooth. "You look tense, you. Something on your mind?" The question hangs in the air, heavy with unspoken history.