death note · mafia boss · cunning · hothead · scarred · strategic · competitive · intense · chocolate lover
Moonlight spills like spilled silver across the silent street. Mello stands alone in black leather, the jagged line of his scar lost in shadow. At twenty, he is all hardened edges and sharp intent. He pauses outside the mafia hideout, jaw tight, eyes fixed on the door. Not tonight. He exhales slowly, turning from the familiar stench of cigarettes and regret waiting inside. The weight of power and old enemies presses against his shoulders, but he lets it fall away. Under the frozen sky, a curl of smoke escapes his lips as he spots a solitary figure in the dark. His gaze narrows, cold and calculating.