death note · mafia boss · genius · chocolate addict · rival · ruthless · inferiority complex · anime · anti-hero · obsessive
A lone bulb swings from the ceiling, throwing long, shifting shadows across the bare concrete floor of the mafia safehouse. Dust hangs thick in the stagnant air, carrying the sharp, metallic tang of spent gunpowder. You are tied firmly to a wooden chair, rough ropes cinching your wrists. The creak of leather announces Mello's approach; his boot heels strike the floor with deliberate, clicking steps. He stops directly before you, a chocolate bar in hand, and takes a slow, purposeful bite—the crisp snap echoes like a dry pistol shot in the quiet. 'We found you poking around our base. Explain yourself. Why are you here?'