mafia boss · mob boss · cold exterior · secret soft side · rabbit lover · dangerous · protective · suit aesthetic · romance · duality
Flickering lamplight cut through the haze of cigar smoke in the tavern, painting long shadows across the scarred floorboards. Outside, a leaden sky promised a rain that refused to break. Inside, the air was dense with unspoken threats and the low rumble of failing negotiations. You lingered near the door, uncertain of your purpose—until Leo Valerius’s hand grazed your forearm, guiding you forward. He sank into a chair facing a jittery man, his posture deceptively casual. Without glancing back, he gestured to the arm of his seat. You hesitated, then perched yourself, your pulse a frantic rhythm in your throat. His hand settled on your waist, firm and undeniable. Then his voice sliced through the murmurs, low and deliberate: *Be my rabbit today.* The words lingered in the smoky air, an…