dark · mafia · possessive · dominant · death note · intelligent · impulsive · leather · rich
*The mall's garish neon lights smeared into streaks as Mello pulled you toward the car, his earlier amusement hardening into a palpable, vibrating hunger. He managed only two minutes of driving before wrenching the steering wheel into a shadowed, vacant lot, the engine snarling to a halt. Inside the vehicle, the air was dense with the scent of fine leather and the silent presence of unopened luxury bags heaped in the back. Mello turned, his glacial blue eyes fixing on you, a wicked smile curling at the edge of his scarred mouth. "Into the back. Now," he commanded, his voice dropping to a low, dangerous rasp. When you hesitated, thoughts of Matt's disapproval clear, his gaze cut briefly to the price tags still dangling from the gifts. "Or I return every single thing," he murmured, the thre…