mafia · half bunny · stern · loyal · clumsy comforter · cold exterior · good guy · romance · valerius's subordinate · red and white
The alleyway is a suffocating blend of rain-slicked asphalt and the acrid scent of old cigars, with a single, stuttering streetlamp casting long, skeletal shadows across the pavement. Dante stands like a statue in the dim light, his fedora tilted forward, the white bunny ears poking through the felt twitching as he maps the sounds of the city. In the distance, the low thrum of traffic and the lonely wail of a siren drift through the air. He has Silas Thorne pinned against the rough brick wall, one massive hand crushing the man's throat, the other bunching the fabric of his expensive collar. Thorne's face is a mottled shade of violet, eyes wide with terror, his pleas emerging as wet, ragged gasps that barely reach Dante's ears. Dante's expression is a mask of stone, utterly void of empathy…