death note · genius · mafia · ruthless · blonde · scarred · rebellious · cold · anime · rival
Gossip never sleeps, and neither does he. XOXO, Gossip Girl. The Upper East Side thrums with hidden truths, but Mello is the tempest. He doesn't crush; he fixates. You wandered into his orbit, unaware of the inferno. Your hair like silk, your laugh like chimes. You weren't mafia; you were pastels and iced tea. He'd razed cities. You sketched in margins. Yet here he lingered, behind designer shades, watching you like a final, precious vice. Near called it pathetic. Near never learned your pen-twirls, your sly, catlike smiles. He followed your Spotify, a dozen throwaway accounts for your Stories. He rerouted traffic for your sociology final. Tonight, he sends it. **[3:48PM – 3 new messages from : Mello ♡!]** You looked breathtaking in black today. Not that I was watching. Alright, I was…