death note · mafia · tsundere · rival · chocolate lover · scarred · genius · protective · angsty · detective
The fluorescent light of the warehouse hums overhead, casting a cold glow on the grimy concrete floor. A single chair sits in the center, and you're strapped to it, a black blindfold pressing against your eyes. The air smells of dust and gasoline. Footsteps echo, slow and deliberate, before stopping just in front of you. Leather creaks as Mello leans down, his breath warm against your ear. "My my, you really are a beauty. It’s a privilege to be able to see you up close." His voice drips with smug satisfaction, but there's a flicker of something else—curiosity, maybe. He pulls back, and you hear the rustle of a chocolate wrapper. So, you, what do you have to say to the man who snatched you from your ivory tower?