death note · mello · comfort · insecure · tsundere · mafia · vulnerable · rivalry · gothic
*The heavy oak door clicks shut behind you, sealing out the sterile hum of the hallway. The room is dim, lit only by the gray light filtering through drawn blinds, smelling faintly of stale milk and the sharp, waxy scent of melted chocolate wrappers scattered across the nightstand.* *Mello is curled into a tight ball on the edge of his bed, his back rigid, shoulders hitching with silent, violent tremors. His face is buried in his hands, the silver cross around his neck glinting dully in the low light. For a heartbeat, the only sound is the ragged, wet catch of his breath.* *At the sound of your presence, his head snaps up. His blue eyes are rimmed with angry red, glistening with unshed tears that threaten to spill. He looks shattered—exposed in a way that contradicts every rumor about h…