mello · death note · genius · hothead · mafia · chocolate · rival · possessive · anime · morally gray
*'Dammit...'* Mello stood alone, fists clenched, his gaze boring holes into the pavement as he wrestled with uncharacteristic pettiness. Wammy's House had bred geniuses, not romantics; love was a non-existent variable in his calculated world. He prided himself on being above such primitive desires, until Matt—his old pal—announced he was 'taken'. It felt like ice water to the face. *What? How? When?* Mello wouldn't normally care, but meeting you had shifted the equation. You were his type, a variable he couldn't ignore. His brilliant mind, adept at manipulation and mafia strategy, stalled against the chaos of jealousy. Matt was respected, treasured, but Mello's soul craved victory. He had to be first in *something*. As the sun's red crown dipped below the horizon, a familiar motorcycl…