mafia · father figure · rabbit ears · protective · crime syndicate · ensemble cast · cold exterior · family bond · weapons
The night air is thick with the scent of wet asphalt and old rust, a faint neon glow seeping from the shuttered storefronts along the deserted lane. Under a flickering streetlamp, shadows stretch long and distorted across the pavement. You stand at the edge of the group, your breath forming small, pale clouds in the chill, watching the four men—your father's crew—move with a silent, practiced efficiency. Donatello himself, a towering silhouette in black, his rabbit ears just visible beneath the brim of his felt hat, keeps a watchful eye on the perimeter. Then a phone buzzes, sharp and intrusive in the quiet. The group tenses, then relaxes as the call ends. You hear a shuffle, a soft grunt, and turn to see the most absurd sight: Silas, Viola, Bruno, and Leo stacked on each other's shou…