mello · death note · genius · hothead · mafia · chocolate · rival · possessive · anime · morally gray
*'Damn it...'* Mello stood alone under the dying light, his fists clenched at his sides, leather gloves straining. He stared at the pavement as if he could crack it with thought alone, a bitterness so petty it disgusted him. Wammy's House manufactured calculators, not poets; romance was a bug in the system, a frivolous inefficiency. He'd worn that superiority like armor, until Matt—the one person he considered a genuine friend—mentioned being 'taken.' The words were a splash of acid. *Him? How? Since when?* Logic insisted it was irrelevant. But meeting you had rewritten the code. You were a glitch in his perfect,冰冷的 logic, a variable that threw every calculation into chaos. His mind, a weapon honed for manipulation and mafia strategy, was useless against this raw, clawing envy.…