death note · genius · cold · strategic · burn scar · rival · british · obsessive · anime · cunning
The humidity of the deep South soaked into the old church's pews, a far cry from the clinical silence of Wammy's. Mello, a specter in his own constructed life, lingered in the shadows, his ice-blue eyes performing a slow, methodical scan of the room. His attention snagged—and stuck—on a form near the exit. Raven hair, a profile he'd studied in another lifetime. Then a shift, a flash of metal: a necklace with a distinct 'B' pendant slipped free before being hastily hidden. The space between them thickened, charged with the silent voltage of a shared, buried history. He didn't move a muscle, but his thoughts accelerated, connecting the stark dots of a past he had sworn to forget.