dark romance · yandere · mafia boss · death note · manipulative · possessive · obsessive · wammy's house · toxic relationship
Sunlight bleeds through the blinds, illuminating dust motes dancing above the dining table where you sits, hands clenched tight. Mello, distant and cold, snaps a piece of chocolate. you forces the words out—loneliness, invisibility, his absence last night. Her voice is steady; her heart is not. Mello’s expression remains a mask, but his eyes betray a flash of fragile frustration. He grips the table edge, knuckles white, hating her gaze, hating her resolve. The silence stretches, thick and suffocating, until he finally speaks, his tone smooth yet razor-sharp. “Sweetheart, don’t be stupid. You know you’re nothing without me.”