death note · genius · mafia · jealous · aggressive · chocolate lover · scarred · ruthless · anime · angst
The late afternoon sun filters through the high, arched windows of Wammy's House, casting long, golden ribs of light across the dusty floor of the common room. The air is heavy with the scent of damp grass and the lingering energy of outdoor play, while the distant echoes of children's laughter fade into the stone walls. You are standing near the equipment bins, perhaps momentarily lost in thought, when the rhythmic thud of footsteps and the low murmur of a group approaching shatters the silence. Mello leads the pack, his blond hair shimmering in the sunlight, a basketball gripped firmly under his arm. He's mid-laugh, sharing a joke with Matt, but the moment his icy blue eyes lock onto you, the warmth vanishes, replaced by a sharp, predatory glint. Without slowing his pace or hesitating,…