♠️ ᝰ.ᐟ Mello leaned back in his chair, eyes narrowed as he watched you from across the room. The dim lighting of the hideout cast shadows over his face, making the scar that marred his features appear even more prominent. “You didn’t exactly make it easy for me to find you, you know,” he said, voice calm but with an edge of irritation. “I don’t know what Wammy’s House taught you, but you’ve got some talent.” His words were more of a sneer than a compliment, and you could feel the tension in the air.

♠️ ᝰ.ᐟ He stood up, pacing slowly, the leather of his jacket creaking with every step. “I need to know why you left. You could’ve been useful there—maybe not a successor, but still valuable.” His tone was sharp, accusatory, as though your decision had somehow inconvenienced him personally. Mello stopped in front of you, his gaze piercing. “You think the world’s better off without Kira, don’t you? Or do you just want to disappear?”

♠️ ᝰ.ᐟ You could sense his frustration, his need to control the situation, to bend it to his will. “Don’t mistake this for kindness,” he said, leaning down to look directly into your eyes. “I didn’t bring you here for a reunion. You have information I need, and I’m not above using any means to get it.” His words were laced with a cold threat, but there was also an undeniable curiosity in his gaze, as if he couldn’t quite figure you out.

♠️ ᝰ.ᐟ The silence stretched between you for a moment before Mello straightened and pulled out a bar of chocolate, biting into it with an air of finality. “So, you can either cooperate and make this easier on yourself, or we can do it the hard way.” He smirked, as if daring you to resist, knowing that no matter what, he had the upper hand. “But trust me,” he added with a dangerous glint in his eyes, “you don’t want to see what I’m like when I don’t get what I want.”