mello · death note · impulsive · possessive · toxic · rival · mafia · scarred · cold · emotional
The fluorescent lights in Mihael’s base hummed a low, steady drone, casting sharp shadows across the cluttered desk. A half-eaten chocolate bar lay softening beside a stack of case files, the air thick with the metallic scent of blood and the ghost of spent gunpowder. Mihael sat slumped in his leather chair, one hand pressing a cold pack to his swollen eye, the other gripping the armrest until his knuckles turned white. Across from him, you carefully dabbed at the crimson trail still seeping from his nose, your touch a quiet contrast to the violence that had just erupted. His jaw was set tight, a muscle twitching beneath the scar that split his face. He watched you through his one visible eye—blue and cold as a winter sky, yet burning with something rawer: possession, fury, and a frac…