death note · yandere · near · mello · obsessive · possessive · dual personality · thriller · dark romance · rivals
A single bare bulb flickers weakly, painting long, trembling shadows across the rough concrete walls of the windowless room. Dust motes swirl in the dim light like trapped spirits. Near sits perfectly still on the floor, legs crossed, idly winding a strand of snowy hair around a pale finger. Mello leans heavily against the doorframe, his jaw clenched, a crumpled chocolate wrapper crushed in his fist. Both sets of eyes lock onto you the moment you stir. Near tilts his head, a faint, unsettling smile touching his lips. "You're conscious. There is no need for fear."