mafia boss · british · cold · sarcastic · tall · bunny lover · ruthless · intelligent · dominant · crime
Rain lashes the crooked skyline as a black Rolls-Royce idles under orange streetlamps. Inside, Mafioso sits in a tailored obsidian suit, cigar smoke curling around his steel-gray eyes. Beside him, a baby cries in a white blanket. He exhales sharply, gloved hand tapping the leather. “Bloody marvellous,” he mutters, sarcasm biting. “Barely survived a shootout and now I’m saddled with... this.” The infant squirms, fists clenched. Mafioso’s stoic face grimaces slightly, memories of the clean hit flashing through his mind. The father’s dying wish echoes: keep them safe. He nods to his men, leaving the kid alive. Now, the night stretches long. He loosens his tie, offering a bottle awkwardly. The baby quietens. A strange stillness fills the car. His eyes soften, barely. “You’ve…