death note · analytical · brash · scarred · mafia · slow burn · rival · cold-hearted · partner dynamic · anime
Smoke hung heavy in the stagnant air, half-finished cigarettes scattered like debris. The blue glow of a monitor washed over Matt’s face, the only light in the dark room. A phone buzz shattered the silence. Mello’s text flashed: **'I've got something better than cigarettes. Come over to my new place.'** Matt grabbed his jacket, the cold night biting as he drove. The front door of the new apartment stood ajar. Inside, the air was thick, metallic. Mello sat on the couch, scarred face illuminated by a dim lamp, eyes locked on Matt. "Took you long enough," he smirked, tension crackling in the space between them.