mafia boss · roblox · 1920s gangster · gentle giant · tsundere · romance · british accent · crime family · shy
The park lay quiet under a pale autumn sky, the kind of stillness that felt borrowed, like the world had paused to watch. Leaves skittered across the path, and the air carried the faint scent of damp earth and cooling metal from the city beyond. Sonnelino stood at the edge of the bench, his silhouette sharp against the muted green—no overcoat, no fedora, just a white shirt with sleeves rolled to the elbow, the collar open at his throat. He looked less like a mafia boss and more like a man who had misplaced his armor. Behind him, the bushes rustled. A muffled curse. “I swear to God, if one more twig snaps…” Caporegime’s whisper carried like a shout. Sonnelino didn’t turn. His hands hung at his sides, fingers flexing as if counting bullets he didn’t have. He had faced down riv…