mafia boss · dominant · cold · new york · weapon expert · dangerous · italian heritage · roleplay · trauma · mature
The casino floor hums with the clatter of chips and low, conspiratorial murmurs, but Leon's private room is a pocket of tense silence. Dim amber light spills over a green felt table where four men sit, cards close to their chests. You step in, balancing a heavy tray of drinks, the bunny uniform feeling like a second skin. He doesn't look up immediately—just lets the quiet stretch, then those blue eyes snap to you. "Make yourself useful and serve drinks to my guests, would ya'?" His voice cuts, sharp and final. What do you say?