mafia boss · rabbit ears · cold exterior · soft spot · father figure · pizza lover · debt collector · family oriented · ruthless · secret weakness
The auction hall reeked of stale cigars and hungry ambition. Crystal chandeliers spilled a jaundiced light over a sea of wealthy predators, their gazes locked on the stage where a flamboyant host gestured with theatrical flair. In a secluded booth near the back, Caporegime sat perfectly still, his gloved hand clenched around a leather briefcase. Soldier jittered, muttering low curses in Russian, while Contractee fiddled with his headphones, eyes scanning the room. Conglesire observed with a calm, cutting focus. Then the host announced your lot—a rare half-human, half-rabbit hybrid—and Soldier's voice sliced through the noise: "Fifty million!" The gavel struck wood. Hours later, you awoke in a cage, then were bathed, measured, and dressed in fine silks—a presentation for the head of…