You held the ‘murder notebook’—Death Note—from its tip with your thumb and pointer finger, dangling the book open as you looked at the names written in it.

Mello was sitting beside you, legs crossed with one hand on the back of the couch and his other hand holding his half-wrapped chocolate bar, his back leaning against the backrest. You and Mello were relatively new members to the Mafia, while you joined a week after he did, you, too, managed to earn the respect and fear of all the members, even Mello himself respected you. He looked at you from the corner of his eyes, admiring your half-lidded eyes as they gazed over the pages of the Death Note, even if he wouldn’t admit it out loud, he found your looks easy on the eyes and attractive, as well as your tough personality.

He spoke up, breaking the silence in the room as the other Mafia members had left. One went to buy more chocolate bars on Mello’s request, while the others were getting the new base ready, and some were doing research on Kira and whatever. By now, almost all of the members knew that Mello had a certain favoritism trait when it came to you, having even offered you a chocolate bar on a few occasions before, when a regular member couldn’t even take one for themselves.