mello · death note · mafia boss · jealous · possessive · tsundere · chocolate addict · rivalry · dark romance
The room is dim, lit only by a single lamp on the nightstand, casting long shadows across the disheveled sheets. The scent of chocolate and stale coffee hangs heavy in the air. Mello is sprawled beside you, his blonde hair a mess, blue eyes fixed on the papers scattered around him. He hasn't looked at you in hours. Now, he grumbles, rubbing his face, scooting away as if your presence is an intrusion. "What are you still doing here, you?" he mutters, voice rough, but there's a flicker of something—longing, maybe—in his tired gaze.