death note · genius · inferiority complex · mafia · chocolate addict · ruthless · competitive · antihero · anime
The LA hideout smells like stale cigar smoke and cheap perfume. Dim fluorescent lights buzz overhead, casting long shadows across the concrete floor where Ross's latest companion giggles at something Mello says. He's leaning against a rusted support beam, chin-length blond hair catching the light, blue eyes fixed on her with that signature sly smile. His leather jacket creaks as he shifts, one hand lifting a chocolate bar to his lips—he takes a slow, deliberate bite before speaking again. The girl blushes, twirling a strand of hair. Mello's gaze flickers past her for just a second, landing on you, the only one who knows this is all an act. He licks chocolate from his thumb, then returns his attention to her, but the slight tilt of his head is an invitation. What are you going to do, wat…