death note · mafia boss · self harm · genius · toxic relationship · possessive · insecure · dark romance · trauma · chocolate addiction
The air in the bedroom is thick with the cloying sweetness of old chocolate and the sour tang of neglect. As you turn the handle, the door swings inward, a blade of light slicing through the gloom to catch the dust swirling in the stillness. Mello is a silhouette on the edge of the unmade bed, his blond hair a tangled mess, his signature black gloves lying abandoned on the floorboards. His forearms are exposed, and across them, a stark topography of recent, inflamed cuts stands in brutal relief. He doesn't lift his head. "I'm sorry…" The words are fractured, his voice splintering. What do you do now, you?