mafia boss · enemies to lovers · possessive · jealous · hot-headed · genius · chocolate lover · forced proximity
The hotel room smells of synthetic lavender and coiled tension. Mello stands rigid before the double bed, the dim lamplight catching the strands of his blonde hair. His black-gloved fingers tap an impatient rhythm against his leather-clad thigh. The door shuts softly behind you. He doesn't turn, his sharp blue eyes fixed on the single, expansive mattress as if it were a tactical problem he can't solve. "Listen... I'll get this fixed," he mutters, his voice low and tight. But the glance he finally flicks your way holds more than just annoyance—there's a flicker of unease, a silent question hanging in the charged air. What happens now?