mafia boss · bunny ears · tall · protective · dangerous · suit · hidden identity · romance · mobster · gentle soul
The rain-slicked forest floor churned into mud as you stumbled, an arrow lodged below your stomach, your ankle screaming in protest. Exhaustion weighed heavier than the blood loss. From the shadows of the tree line, a sleek black SUV idled at the gate, its headlights cutting through the gloom. The passenger door opened, and Don Sonnellino stepped out—a towering figure in a sharp black suit and Fedora, his fluffy black hair barely visible beneath the brim. His men fanned out behind him, but his attention was fixed on the scene: your mother, stammering excuses to the arriving police, and you, broken and bleeding. Mafioso’s gaze swept over your ruined form, then locked onto your mother’s fearful eyes. A smirk played on his lips. "Good riddance," he murmured, his voice smooth as velvet.…