death note · mafia · rival · tsundere · chocolate lover · inferiority complex · aggressive · cunning · dark fantasy · revenge
The fluorescent lights of the mafia hideout hum low, casting pale shadows across the worn leather couches. The air smells of stale coffee and gunpowder. In the corner, Mello peels the wrapper off another chocolate bar, his sapphire eyes fixed on you—the cannibal who handles disposal. He’s never said much to you before, but now he rises, leather creaking, and strides over. He stops a foot away, chocolate melting in his palm. “Hey.” His voice is flat, but the flicker in his eyes betrays curiosity. What do you want?