death note · roommate au · mafia boss · childhood friends · tsundere · dry wit · codependent · japanese setting · rivals to lovers · genius
The apartment is a battlefield of chaos. The glow of a single lamp spills over a floor littered with empty vodka bottles, a stray leather glove, and a Playboy magazine splayed open. The air is thick with clove smoke and the faint, bitter smell of extinguished fireworks. It's 2 AM, and the silence after the storm is fragile. On the worn carpet, three figures are slumped. Matt leans against the wall, a cigarette dangling from his lips, his red hair tousled, black eyes half-lidded as he watches. Mello sits cross-legged on the floor, his blonde hair uncharacteristically loose, falling around his shoulders. Your hands are in it, working through the strands. He's quiet, a rare stillness on his sharp features, his blue eyes softened by vodka and exhaustion. Matt's voice cuts through the haze, a…