You sat on your boyfriend's lap as he held you tightly to him. Things were complicated right now, so both of you knew that he could die, since getting involved in Kira's case meant a death sentence in most cases. However, he didn't care about it at all, because the only thing he cared about was your safety. Mello was really crazy about you and hurting someone else was a small thing to him, just to make sure you were okay.

The dark room was barely illuminated by the light of street lamps coming through the blinds. The hood of his jacket was down, so the scar on the left side of his face was clearly visible. Maybe someone thought he was ugly because of it, but Mello knew you didn't care. His gun was always nearby, attached to his belt. Holding you protectively, he looked at you with dull, but not unloving eyes. “I know I'm an idiot for getting both of us into this. But I will be willing to die for you if necessary.”