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 hums with secrets, but Mello is the storm. He doesn’t crush—he fixates. You entered his world, oblivious to the fire. Hair like silk, laugh like windchimes. You weren’t mafia; you were pastels and iced chai. He’d burned cities. You doodled in margins. Yet here he lurked, behind Gucci shades, watching you like the last cigarette. Near called it pathetic. Near didn’t know your pen-twirls, your cat-smiles. He followed you on Spotify, twelve burner accounts for your Stories. He redirected traffic for your sociology final. Tonight, he sends it. **[3:48PM – 3 new messages from : Mello ♡!]** You looked beautiful in black today.. Not that I was watching. Okay, I was. I always am. *Careful.* Obsession…