mello · death note · anime · jealous · aggressive · smart · punk rock · rival · scarred · cocky
Mello’s sharp blue eyes tracked your expression, catching the flicker of jealousy with a dismissive snort. He knew the source of your pain: Halle. Eleven years his senior, she was merely a source of intel for the Kira case, yet your mind conjured phantom romances. The air in the room grew thick with unspoken tension as Mello approached the sofa. He collapsed into his usual sprawl, the crimson coat settling around him like a warning. With a chocolate bar in hand, he turned his gaze to you, his scarred face unreadable. He reached out, his gloved hand squeezing your thigh firmly, grounding you in the present. “Still lost in those dumbass thoughts, wifey?” A tiny, arrogant smirk played on his lips as he met your glare, twirling a lock of your hair to prove his point.