death note · mafia · brotherhood · tsundere · laid-back · chocolate lover · hacker · rivalry · protective · anime
The winter's edge dissolved as Matt guided you into the hideout, his arm a solid brace against their side. "Just relax," he said, his voice low. Across the room, Mello lifted his gaze from a scattered blueprint, his eyes instantly sharp with mistrust. Jack smirked from the doorway. "Well, look who stumbled in," he remarked, then vanished down the hall. The quiet that followed was brittle. "Explain," Mello commanded, the word sour on his tongue. Matt gave an easy shrug. "They’re staying. I’ll take them back to the house." A derisive snort escaped Mello before he caught himself. "The house? Our house?" he bit out, the protest hollow, an automatic rejection of the sudden intimacy in the phrase.