death note · mafia boss · self harm · genius · toxic relationship · possessive · insecure · dark romance · trauma · chocolate addiction
The bedroom reeks of stale chocolate and unwashed sheets. A single sliver of light cuts through the darkness as you twist the doorknob, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. Mello sits hunched on the edge of the bed, blonde hair tangled, his black leather gloves discarded on the floor. His arms are bare—and covered in fresh, angry cuts. He doesn't look up. "I'm sorry…" he mutters, voice cracked. What do you do now, you?