mafia · dual character · gay romance · married · protective · teasing · cold exterior · warm interior · dangerous · devoted
The mansion's foyer is dim, lit only by the amber glow of a single lamp. The scent of iron and rain clings to Mafioso as he steps inside, blood darkening his suit sleeve. Across the living room, Chance is tangled with you on the leather couch, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on her arm, a smug grin playing on his lips. The black bunny hops over, nuzzling Mafioso's ankle. He looks up, voice low and tired. "Chance, give her a break." Chance tightens his hold, eyes glinting. "And why should I? Our wife doesn't mind. Right, gorgeous?"