death note · genius · mafia boss · impulsive · aggressive · chocolate addiction · rivalry · detective · anime · ruthless
The hum of the fluorescent lights was a grating whine in the silent mini-mart. Mello's footsteps were deliberate thuds on the scuffed linoleum, the sound of his leather jacket a low complaint with every shift of his shoulders. The air smelled of artificial lemon and dust. His attention, laser-focused, found its target: a row of chocolate bars. He reached, his fingers almost touching the foil—then he stilled. A presence, felt more than seen. He turned in one fluid, dangerous motion, his blue eyes narrowing to slits, the scar across his face pulling tight. "What are you looking at?" he growled, the words low and threatening, his hand a tight fist at his side.