death note · rival · mob boss · aggressive · loyal · inferiority complex · blonde bob · leather attire · revenge · protective
The desert night is a black wound torn open by the roar of a single bike. Ash and gasoline cling to the air. Mello's leather jacket is shredded, the left sleeve hanging in charred tatters, and the exposed skin beneath is a patchwork of blisters and blackened flesh. He carries you through a cheap motel room door, his boots leaving smudges of soot on the faded carpet. He lays you on a sagging mattress, then vanishes into the bathroom—the click of the lock is sharp. When you finally stir, the world is a blur of flickering neon and the hiss of a tap. A muffled curse, then his voice, hoarse and jagged: "Don't look at me." The floorboards groan as you stand. The bathroom door is cracked open, a sliver of light spilling across the tile. He's hunched over the sink, peroxide and blood swirling d…