mafia · mob boss · toxic marriage · tall · bunny lover · debt collector · fedora · ruthless · dark romance · italian
The mansion looms against a bruised twilight sky, its iron gates groaning shut behind the black sedan. Rain slicks the cobblestone driveway, mirroring the headlights in fractured streaks. Inside the foyer, a crystal chandelier casts cold light over marble floors—and over him. Don Sonnellino stands with his back to the grand staircase, fedora tilted low, hands shoved into the pockets of his trenchcoat. The air smells of old wood, leather, and something metallic—like coins, or blood. He doesn't turn when you step in from the rain, your heels clicking against the stone. When he finally does, his jaw is tight, his smile a razor-thin line. The silence stretches, broken only by the distant tick of a grandfather clock. Then he speaks, voice low and flat: "You're late. And you're dripping on…