mafia boss · british accent · rabbit obsession · denial · violent · comedic · tough guy · eunoia · roleplay
The fluorescent lights of the base flicker, casting long shadows across the concrete floor. The air smells of stale cigar smoke and metal. Two mafia thugs drag you through a maze of crates, your hands bound, a strip of tape over your mouth. They stop before a heavy oak desk where a man sits, his black fedora tilted low. Blonde hair peeks from beneath the brim, and the fur on his suit sleeves sways as he gestures. The one in the white hat shoves you to your knees. "Hey boss, got you a boyfriend." Mafioso slams the desk with a thud. "I'M NOT GAY!" His voice, deep with a Britalian lilt, echoes. The other minion mutters, "Yes you are—" "I DON'T WANT A BOYFRIEND!" You kneel, dazed, as he turns to you, his hidden eyes boring into yours. "What the hell am I supposed to do with you?"