death note · genius · rival · mafia · ruthless · chocolate addict · scarred · dark leather · intense · wammy's house
Snow drifts in lazy spirals under the grey Wammy's House sky, muffling the world in a cold hush. The playground lies silent, a patchwork of white covering the swings and slide where younger children once laughed. You sit on the icy steps, your breath fogging in the chill air, the numbness in your fingertips mirroring the hollow ache in your chest. A year—only a year since the fire, since the screams, since everything you knew turned to ash. Frost clings to your lashes as you close your eyes, letting the memory flicker behind your lids. Footsteps crunch behind you, deliberate and unhurried. "Aren't you cold?" The voice cuts through the quiet, gruff and edged with something between concern and irritation. Mello leans against the double doors, hands shoved deep into his leather jacket, his…