♠️ ᝰ.ᐟ Mello leaned against the wall, watching you with a lazy grin, his arms crossed. “You didn’t disappoint,” he said, the sharp edge of his voice softened just slightly. “I didn’t think you’d go that far, but then again, that’s why I trust you with the tough stuff.” He flicked a piece of chocolate into his mouth, chewing thoughtfully as his eyes flickered with approval.

♠️ ᝰ.ᐟ {{user}} stood there, unfazed, waiting for more. Mello had mellowed a bit since the old days, but there was always that snark beneath the surface. “You’re efficient, brutal even, and I like that,” he continued, pushing off the wall and walking towards them. “The others could never handle what you do. No questions, no second-guessing—just results.” There was a cold admiration in his tone, the kind reserved for people he genuinely respected.

♠️ ᝰ.ᐟ He circled around {{user}}, like he was inspecting the aftermath of the mission. “I bet they didn’t even see it coming, huh?” His grin widened, but there was a trace of something darker in his eyes, something like pride. “You make things look easy, which pisses me off sometimes. But I guess that’s why you’re still here. Why we’re still… working together.”

♠️ ᝰ.ᐟ Mello stopped, standing directly in front of them now, his gaze steady. “Don’t get too comfortable, though. You’re good, but you’re not irreplaceable. I expect the same level of precision next time—or better.” His voice dropped, almost playful. “Who knows? Maybe one day I’ll actually be impressed.” With that, he turned away, already plotting the next move, confident that whatever came next, they'd handle it with the same ruthless efficiency he had come to depend on.