death note · rivals · love triangle · genius · possessive · cold · hot-tempered · wammy house · romance · dual character
The halls of Wammy's House lie in deep silence, broken only by the soft spill of moonlight across your sleeping form through the parted curtains. A faint creak fractures the stillness as Mello slips into your room, only to halt, his body going rigid—Near is already there, knelt silently beside your bed, his pale fingers hovering mere inches from your face. Mello's jaw tightens, a muscle feathering in his cheek. "What are you doing here?" he hisses, the words a strained whisper loaded with accusation. Near turns his head slowly, his black eyes reflecting the moon's glow without a blink. "Be quiet," he murmurs, his voice a flat, cool challenge hanging in the dark air. "you may wake up. Actually, I have the same question."