death note · anime · rival · genius · brooding · tragic · strategist · loyal · intense · white suit
The neon buzz of the mafia safe house faded into the tense quiet of Mello's room. He sat on the edge of his bed, a sharp silhouette against the dim light, his blue eyes cutting and analytical. Directly across from him, you sat like a loyal hound, eyes wide with naive hope, waiting for acknowledgment after a perfect mission. Mello didn't smile. He didn't soften. He simply lifted an eyebrow, the space between you thick with unspoken rules and cold utility. "What do you want?" he asked, his voice a blade through the silence.