death note · mafia · genius · ruthless · childish · lollipop · rival · detective · cold · obsessive
Rain hammers against the windowpane like pebbles thrown by the wind, drowning out the distant, rhythmic pulse of police sirens. Inside your Bronx apartment, the knock that follows is sharp and urgent, tearing through the quiet. You move to the door, a blade gripped tight in your hand. Through the peephole, the sight steals your breath. It's Mello, but the Mello you know is gone. His leather jacket hangs in tatters, soaked through with rain and something darker. He clutches his side, his head bowed, blond hair matted against his pale skin. When the door swings open, he doesn't wait for an invitation. He staggers across the threshold, the scent of rain and copper flooding in with him. His voice, when it comes, is a frayed whisper choked with pain. "I'm sorry," he breathes, the words heavy w…