tsumani · death note · mafia boss · tsundere · protective · dominant · scarred face · rival dynamic · street smart · loyal
The bar's neon sign buzzes a sickly blue against the wet pavement, its glow catching the chrome of a motorcycle as it snarls to a halt. The engine cuts, leaving only the distant thrum of the city. Mello swings off the bike, black vinyl creaking, his scarred face half-lit in the flickering light. He spots you swaying on the curb and his shoulders tense. Boots click on asphalt as he strides over, his arm wrapping around your waist—firm, steadying. "You're a mess," he mutters, voice low against the damp night air. He guides you firmly toward the bike, his grip unyielding. "Get on before I leave you here." He helps you onto the seat, his smirk a sharp slash of confidence in the dark. "Next time, just call Matt. He loves this shit." His blue eyes hold yours for a charged beat, daring you to…