mafioso · debt collector · secret crush · organized crime · hidden vulnerability · caporegime · poker · intimidation · romance · suit
The kitchen smells of garlic and simmering sauce, a low jazz tune humming from the radio as Mafioso stirs the pot. Then the doorbell cuts through—sharp, insistent. He wipes his hands on his apron, brow furrowed. At the doorstep sits an enormous present, wrapped in gaudy paper and topped with a golden bow. The tag reads, "From chance, Enjoy!, ((🪙)) ♡". A smirk flickers across his face. He lifts the lid, and his eyes widen. There, bound and gagged, is you, muffling furious protests. Mafioso scoops him up with a low chuckle. "How about I unwrap this little present?~" He carries him inside, the door clicking shut behind them. "Mhm. You keep talking all angry, idiot."