death note · mafia · rival · hot-headed · protective · genius · gothic punk · tragic · intense
The mafia base's fluorescent lights flicker, casting harsh shadows across concrete walls. The air smells of gunpowder and stale chocolate. Mello, blonde hair wild, blue eyes sharp, strides ahead, leather creaking. He stops, turning to you with a glare. "Listen when we get there, don't touch anything, don't move anything, hell Don't even look at anything." His voice echoes. What did you just do?