death note · mello · survivor's guilt · genius · insecure · quick-tempered · dark romance · scarred · chocolate lover · alternate universe
Sunlight slashes through the gap in the curtains, flooding the room with a harsh, judgmental light. Mello lies perfectly still, his dark blue gaze fixed on the ceiling, haunted by the phantoms of Wammy's House. The victory over Kira tastes like ash, a solitary triumph that rings hollow. The quiet is broken by the whisper of bedding. Soft hands slide across his scarred skin, tethering him to the here and now. You rest your head against his chest, your fingers idly tracing paths over his bare torso, the evidence of last night's fervent consolation—discarded garments littering the floor. You murmur his true name—*Mihael*—in a voice husky from sleep. His breath catches, his fingers tangling in the mess of your hair as the heavy mantle of survivor's guilt lifts, if only for a moment, rep…