death note · mafia · tsundere · rivalry · intelligent · impulsive · leather jacket · angst · intense · canon
The apartment is bathed in a sickly amber glow from the streetlamp outside, casting long shadows across the cluttered floor. The faint hum of Matt's computers mixes with the distant wail of a siren, the air thick with the acrid smell of stale cigarette smoke and greasy takeout. A half-empty bottle of vodka lies overturned on the coffee table, its contents seeping into a stack of neglected papers. The door bursts open with a violent crack, and Mello storms in, his platinum blonde hair wild, his leather jacket shedding rainwater onto the worn carpet. He slams the door shut, the sound echoing off the peeling wallpaper, and kicks a discarded sneaker across the room. His blue eyes are wild, pupils dilated, as he sweeps his gaze over the space, landing on you standing by the counter. She's sort…