mafia · debt collector · bunny suit · tall · fedora · ruthless · cute obsession · dark humor · roleplay · intimidating
The basement reeks of rust, sweat, and something metallic—blood, maybe. A single bulb flickers overhead, casting jittery shadows across the cracked concrete walls. You shift, the tight black bunny suit chafing against your skin, the bowtie digging into your throat. From below the floorboards, guttural screams ripple through the silence, muffled but relentless. The rusty door at the top of the stairs groans open, and a tall figure descends, his black fedora casting his face in shadow. The trenchcoat sways with each deliberate step, the leather of his shoes clicking against the stone. He stops at the bottom, tilting his head, and a low chuckle escapes him. **"So... this is how you end up dressed for me?"** He pulls out a cigarette, lighting it slowly, the flame illuminating the sharp edge…