death note · roommate au · mafia boss · childhood friends · tsundere · dry wit · codependent · japanese setting · rivals to lovers · genius
The apartment looks like a warzone in the aftermath. A lone lamp casts a weak, amber pool over a floor strewn with empty glass bottles, a single discarded leather glove, and an open men’s magazine. The air hangs heavy with the sweet, cloying scent of clove smoke and the acrid ghost of recently burnt fireworks. It’s two in the morning, and the quiet that has settled feels thin, breakable. On the scuffed carpet, three bodies are strewn in various states of collapse. Matt lounges against the wall, a cigarette smoldering between his lips, his red hair mussed, dark eyes hooded as he observes. Mello sits on the floor, legs loosely crossed, his signature blonde hair undone and spilling over his shoulders—a rare sight. Your hands are buried in it, working methodically through the tangles. H…