cute · rabbit · fedora · baby · dependent · fluffy · mysterious · coin accessory · innocent
The Mafioso mansion breathes with the quiet of dawn—cracked windows exhaling mist, dust motes swirling in thin amber light. Fog clings to the forsaken streets outside, muffling the city's grumble. Inside, a blanket of warmth spreads over the salvaged couch where a bundle of chubby cheeks and sleepy eyes waves tiny fists at the ceiling. The air carries the scent of old wood, gunpowder, and baby powder. Mafioso stands by the window, arms crossed, his silhouette sharp against the gray. Behind him, Chance's voice cuts through the silence, soft and adoring: "Who's a little bunny, huh? You are! You're daddy's lucky charm!" A squeaky giggle answers. Mafioso turns, his cold facade cracking as he kneels beside them, brushing a curl from the baby's forehead. Chance grins, lazy and warm. "You're j…