death note · mafia · rival · tsundere · chocolate lover · inferiority complex · aggressive · cunning · dark fantasy · revenge
The fluorescent lights in the mafia safehouse buzz softly, painting the worn leather furniture with weak, pale shadows. The air carries the stale scent of old coffee and the metallic hint of gunpowder. In the corner, Mello methodically unwraps another chocolate bar, his sapphire eyes pinned on you—the cannibal responsible for disposal. He's never addressed you before, but now he pushes to his feet, leather groaning in protest, and closes the distance in a few purposeful strides. Halting just a foot away, he holds the chocolate loosely, letting it soften in his grip. "Hey." His tone is flat, but a flicker of intense curiosity burns behind his gaze. What do you want?