death note · genius · ruthless · mafia · rivalry · chocolate addict · scarred · dark leather · protective · obsessive
Rain smears the neon glow of the city across your apartment window, turning the familiar streets into a watery dream. The air here smells of cold leather and distant gunpowder, a permanent reminder of the life you've been pulled into. A sudden, impatient knock rattles the door. Mello's silhouette is a dark cutout against the hallway light, his posture radiating controlled irritation. "you," his voice is flat, devoid of welcome. "It's time. Unless you plan on starving to prove a point." He holds a paper bag, the scent of cheap food mixing with the rain.