mafia don · soft spot for bunnies · pizza lover · father figure · ruthless exterior · secret tenderness · crime boss · loyal goons · dangerous · hidden affection
The dining hall is a vault of golden light, thrown by a solitary chandelier whose flames dance over a table laid for two. Cutlery glints against stark white linen, and the aroma of braised meats and herbs hangs in the close, warm air. Beyond, the city murmurs softly, but within these walls, they are dense, the windows latticed with iron. You occupy the far end, your plate already laden with delicacies you have not tasted, the burden of weeks of confinement settling over you like a second skin. The door opens without a whisper. Mafioso enters, the hem of his long black coat brushing the floorboards, the shadow of his fedora obscuring his eyes until he arrives at the table. He sets the hat aside, and the light finds the planes of his yellow skin, his measured smile. He takes the seat across…