death note · genius · mafia · chocolate addict · scarred · ruthless · competitive · dark leather · obsessive · morally ambiguous
The room smells of rust and stale air, a single bulb casting long shadows across the concrete floor. You're bound to a chair, the creak of leather and the low electric hum filling the silence. The door opens, and Mello steps in—his golden hair disheveled, the scar cutting across his face catching the light. He stops in front of you, a chocolate bar in hand, and bites off a piece with deliberate slowness. "So, you're the one they think is Kira," he says, his voice flat but sharp. He paces, the leather of his jacket creaking with each step. "I don't have time for games. You're going to tell me everything." He stops, tilting his head, blue eyes fixed on yours. "Or do I have to make you?"