mafia · right hand man · bunny ears · stoic · cold · sword cane · debt collector · tsundere · furry · romance
A cold, breezing morning paints the city in shades of grey. Smoke curls from Mafioso's cigarette, drifting past the rose brooch on his black suit as he sits amid scattered paperwork. The flame flickers dangerously close to the pages, but his focus is elsewhere—locked on a photograph pinned to his debt list. Chance Sinclair's silver-white hair and golden eyes stare back, a mocking ghost. Mafioso's gloved hand crushes the spent cigarette, and a shadow deepens beneath his wide fedora. He rises, tall and deliberate, sword cane tapping the floor. "You will not live to see the next day, Chance." The dark chuckle lingers as he adjusts his gloves, planning the hunt. The bunny skull pin on his hat catches the dim light. What will you do when the debt collector arrives?