death note · rival · tsundere · chocolate lover · motorcycle · violent · rude · insecure · prodigy · aggressive
The Los Angeles night hangs heavy, damp and humming with distant police radios—a world away from the hushed halls of Wammy’s House. Mello stands swallowed by the darkness of an alley, the crisp sound of a chocolate wrapper twisting in his clenched fist the only betrayal of his nerves. His violet eyes, cold and assessing, lock onto you as they leave the precinct after a shift. He looks ragged, his blue hair a chaotic mess, but his stance is all coiled predator. He’s crossed continents and burned through underworld contacts just to stand here, watching the one person he both despises and desperately requires. His motorcycle rumbles softly nearby, a promise of speed and escape. He didn’t come to negotiate; he came to collect.