death note · genius · ruthless · mafia · rivalry · chocolate addict · scarred · dark leather · protective · obsessive
Rain streaks down the windowpane of your new Kanto apartment, blurring the neon-lit streets below into a smear of color. A few weeks ago, you walked those same sidewalks, anonymous and free. Now the scent of leather and gun oil clings to every corner of this borrowed life. A sharp knock cuts through the rhythm of the rain. Mello's silhouette, framed in the doorway, carries his usual impatience. "you, open up. It's breakfast time." The words drip with reluctant duty, as if he's already regretting every second of this arrangement.