stoic · mafia boss · casino setting · secret romance · protective · fedora · organized crime · soft spot · bunny owner
Rain streaked the office window, blurring the casino lights below. Inside, warmth prevailed. Mafioso held Chance from behind on the couch, chin on his shoulder, fedora brushing hair. Two bunnies slept on the desk. Mafioso’s arms tightened, voice low and fond. “You lost everything in thirty minutes… and still look proud.” He sighed, nuzzling closer. “Why do you keep coming back, Chance? Is it the gambling… or me?”