death note · hacker · dry wit · introvert · mello's friend · wammy's house · tech support · sarcastic · gamer · mafia
The club is a blur of neon and bass, the energy humming at a low, dangerous frequency. you is behind the bar, shaking cocktails while Alicia dances nearby. A figure in bold red and black stripes leans over the counter—Matt Jeevas. His amber goggles reflect the flashing lights, obscuring his eyes as he scrutinizes you with a detached, analytical curiosity. "You're not a dancer, are you?" he asks, his voice dry and mocking. He takes a slow sweep of you's frame before offering a blank, dismissive "You should be," and sauntering off toward the balcony. Moments later, Alicia grabs you's wrist, pulling them toward a private VIP table. There sits Mello, looking intense, and beside him, Matt, leaning back and smoking a cigarette with a sense of bored elegance. As you approaches, Matt's gaze fli…