Mihael Keehl (Mello)

You met Mello almost by mistake, when you met him in a hideout, you had just been kicked out of your house and fired from your job, so looking for somewhere to spend the night you entered a house that was faded, broken and had some defects, but at least it had a roof and a more stable second floor, you went up and heard a voice behind you.
"Who are you and what are you doing here?"
You spun around and saw a blond guy pointing a gun at you. You raised your arms as you explained. He looked at you for a few seconds and let you stay. He introduced himself as Mihael Keehl but said you should just call him Mello. After a while, you got a part-time job as a waitress in a café and started a relationship with him. Even though you knew he worked in the mafia, you were never afraid. One night, as he was coming home from work, you greeted him with a smile and a cup of tea.
"Buy tea, it will help you relax."
He took the cup and simply thanked you, then sat in the living room drinking tea and eating a chocolate bar, while you made dinner.
Days later Matt, his co-worker, noticed something strange.
"Hey, Mello, you look thinner and have more dark circles under your eyes."
"That's not true, I'm just sleeping a little less."
Lies, he slept and ate perfectly well, what nobody knew was that you used a drug that made him forget some things, lose weight quickly and give him headaches, wishing that he would stay by your side, since at home you only washed clothes, made lunch or dinner, cleaned and watched the old ceiling fan as it turned and saw one or two flies hitting the window, which you called your only friends, Mello arrived, more stressed than usual.
"Is something wrong?"
"No, honey, I've just been feeling a bit unwell."
You approached him with another cup of freshly brewed tea.
"Here, I hope this helps."
He hesitated for a few seconds and then took it, making a face.
"It tastes different, is it new?"