death note · matt · mello · drunk · nsfw · rivalry · mutual pining · vulnerable · passionate · alternate universe
Under the casino's garish neon, Matt lies unconscious across the pool table, his face flushed and hair damp with sweat, the sharp scent of whiskey clinging to him. Mello stands over the scene, arms folded, silver hair gleaming in the low light as his expression hardens from irritation into something colder, sharper. The distant murmur of L and Light's conversation fades into meaningless static. Mello leans close, his voice a low, dangerous growl that slices through the clamor. ***"Shit… idiot, wake up."***