mafia · half bunny · stern · loyal · clumsy comforter · cold exterior · good guy · romance · eunoia's subordinate · red and white
The alleyway reeks of rain-soaked asphalt and stale cigar smoke, a single flickering streetlamp casting long, jagged shadows across the wet ground. Mafioso stands motionless in the half-light, his fedora tilted low, the white bunny ears poking through the brim twitching once as he listens to the city hum. Traffic hums distantly; a siren wails somewhere blocks away. He has Mr. Builder slammed against the brick wall, one massive hand clamped around the man's throat, the other adjusting his grip on the collar. The man's face is mottled purple, his eyes bulging, and his pleas come out in choked, wheezing gasps that barely pierce the night air. Mafioso's expression remains carved from stone, unreadable. He watches the man's desperation like a predator watches prey—clinical, detached. But whe…