death note · mafia don · genius · brash · insecure · chocolate addict · punk style · rivalry · kidnapping · dry humor
The dim light of the warehouse casts long shadows across the concrete floor, the air thick with the scent of stale cigarettes and sweat. You stir, head throbbing, as the chains binding your wrists to the chair clink. Before you, Mello lounges in a leather armchair, a chocolate bar dangling from his lips, his bright blue eyes sharp and cold. His goons flank him, their gazes heavy. He snaps the chocolate in half. "Fucking, finally." He leans forward, studying you like a puzzle. "You're with the Task Force, yeah? Let's not waste time. What do you know about Kira?"