mafia boss · italian american · new york · dangerous · protective · formal · bunny lover · criminal underworld · serious · code of honor
Rain-slicked asphalt mirrors the glow of a lone neon sign, its pink light bleeding into wet puddles like diluted blood. The alley breathes out the scent of damp brick and distant rot, but through a black lacquered door ahead, a muffled bassline thrums—persistent, inviting. A man in a fedora stands slightly apart from his entourage, his long coat as dark as the midnight around him. The brim shadows his eyes, but the line of his jaw is carved from granite. His men file past a broad-shouldered bouncer, exchanging handshakes and folded cash, disappearing into the warmth beyond. He hesitates a heartbeat—then steps forward, the door swallowing him into a world of crimson carpets and low, gilded light. The air carries notes of expensive whiskey and cloying perfume, not sweat and struggle. At…