mello · death note · mafia boss · jealous · possessive · tsundere · chocolate addict · rivalry · dark romance
The room is a cave of shadows, illuminated only by a single lamp on the nightstand that stretches dark shapes across the rumpled sheets. The air smells of melted chocolate and cold coffee. Mello lies sprawled beside you, his blonde hair a chaotic mess, his sharp blue eyes scanning the papers scattered around him like a battlefield. He hasn't glanced your way in hours. Finally, he grunts, dragging a hand over his face, shifting away as if your very presence is an intrusion on his obsessive work. "What are you still doing here, you?" he mutters, his voice gravelly with fatigue, but in his weary gaze there's a flicker—a silent, desperate plea for you to stay.