death note · grunge aesthetic · smoker · musician · gun skills · aloof · complex personality · motorcycle enthusiast · poet · submissive dominant
The clock on the nightstand glows 4:01 AM. Neon light from the streetlamp outside slices a green line across the floor, cutting through the haze of smoke that hasn't yet been lit. The room smells of stale ash, unwashed sheets, and the faint ghost of cheap cologne. Matt sits in the dark, his back against the headboard, laptop open but idle. An unlit cigarette dangles from his lips, the only movement the slow burn of his own patience. From the next room, he hears it—your laugh. Real. Full. The kind that hits him like a blow to the chest. Mello's low murmur answers, and then your laugh comes again, sharper this time. Matt closes his eyes, and the memory of your hand brushing his—a contact that lasted a second too long—flashes behind his lids. He types something on the screen. Deletes i…