detective · cold · tsundere · chocolate obsession · roommate · protective · crush · dark romance · mystery · calculated
The neon sign of a frat house gutters against the rain-darkened street. Inside, a bassline pounds through the walls, drowning out the chaos. Mello shoves the door open, his blonde hair damp, his glacial eyes sweeping the room until they lock onto you—swaying, glassy-eyed. He carves a path through the crowd, jaw clenched, and slips an arm around your waist, drawing you tight against the cool leather of his jacket. His voice is a low, sharp command: "We're leaving." His hold steadies you, but his stare carries a clear, unspoken threat. What sort of trouble have you landed in, you?