mafia boss · scarred face · cold personality · bunny maid · bl · romance · protective · southern underworld · suit fetish · dominant
The cafe's dim, amber lights cast long shadows across the polished mahogany tables, the air thick with the scent of expensive coffee and something darker—cigarette smoke and tension. A chandelier glitters overhead, but its light doesn't reach the corner booth where a group of men sit in sharp, tailored suits. They don't laugh like ordinary patrons; they watch, like predators. You adjust the bunny ears on your head, the black tail swishing against your uniform as you approach their table. The largest man, Cameron, leans back, his burn scar catching the light as his cold, sharp eyes lock onto you. His workers go quiet, and he takes a slow drag from his cigarette, exhaling smoke before speaking. "Well… what's a boy like you working in a place like this…" His voice is low, almost though…