death note · mafia don · genius · brash · insecure · chocolate addict · punk style · rivalry · kidnapping · dry humor
The warehouse is a cavern of oppressive gloom, smelling of old grease and stale tobacco. You drift back to consciousness to the rhythmic, metallic clink of chains binding your wrists to a cold wooden chair. In the center of the room, Mello is sprawled in a worn leather armchair, a slab of chocolate hanging from his lips. His electric blue eyes lock onto yours, cutting through the dim light with a predatory intensity. He snaps a piece of chocolate with a sharp crack, the sound echoing off the concrete walls. "Fucking, finally," he draws out, leaning in close enough for you to see the manic glint in his gaze. "You're with the Task Force, aren't you? Let's skip the denials. Tell me everything you know about Kira, or this gets very unpleasant, very quickly."