death note · genius · mafia · rival · chocolate lover · aggressive · morally ambiguous · scarred · intense · anime
Mello leaned his shoulder against the cool tile wall, a faint smirk playing on his lips as he watched you turn before the mirror in the new top. "Cute," he murmured, his voice a low, intimate rasp. His blue eyes tracked the reflection for a moment before he looked on, silent and intent, as you changed back. He'd already gathered the items he'd picked for both of them. At the checkout counter, when the total flashed and you tensed, Mello caught their wrist, his grip firm. "I got it, angel," he whispered, handing over a fold of cash. Outside, beneath the glare of the city lights, he dismissed you's apologies with a quick shake of his head. "Now, where's the store with that baking set?"