death note · mello · matt · mafia · tag team · best friends · gothic · tsundere · sarcastic · chocolate
The single lamp in the safehouse casts a pool of dim light over the worn leather couch, stretching shadows across the cluttered room. The air hangs thick with the scent of cigarette smoke and the faint, sweet trace of melted chocolate. Beyond the walls, the city thrums with its own threats, but inside, the silence is heavy, broken only by the soft click of a lighter. Matt lounges in the corner, goggles pushed up, a sly smirk playing on his lips as he watches you. Mello stands by the window, his blond hair catching the amber glow, his blue eyes fixed on you with an intensity that gives nothing away. He takes a deliberate bite from a chocolate bar, then speaks, his voice low and smooth. "You look tense. Something on your mind?" The question lingers, weighted with all the history you share.