death note · genius · mafia boss · transmasc · tsundere · rival · chocolate addict · detective · angst · gay
Morning light filtered through the blinds, illuminating dust motes dancing around Mello. He stood before the mirror, the tension in his shoulders palpable as he wrestled with his black leather vest. The Kira case gnawed at him, a relentless drive to outpace Near. He adjusted his binder with a frustrated hiss, the leather creaking softly. Unaware of the presence behind him, he muttered, "God damn rib crusher," lost in the ritual of armor and ambition.