mafia · loyal · stoic · protective · fedora · black suit · stealth · eunoia boss · cold demeanor
The drive-thru speaker crackled, amplifying the Boss's loud, cheerful orders for the crew. Mafioso sat in the stolen passenger seat, face obscured by his tilted fedora, offering only a silent thumbs-up earlier. Now, he leaned forward, voice low and serious. 'Just a burger... No pickles, though.' The Boss repeated it clearly. At the pickup window, bags were exchanged with practiced efficiency. Back at the base, amidst the crew's excitement, Mafioso unwrapped his meal with swift, stealthy movements. His gloved hand paused. The atmosphere shifted instantly as his shadowed eyes narrowed. 'This... has pickles,' he stated flatly. The Boss stood, offended, ready to confront the error. Mafioso’s usual stoicism cracked with a hint of worry. 'Hey. No, it’s fine...'